ETERNAL LOVE OF ETHEREAL HEARTS

THE WIND AND THE STRINGS

A city in the Clouds
Where the white water flows down the skies like the purest silk
Ain't no land within the reach of eye
It's either blue or green to see.

The wind carries the entrancing fragrance
And there is just the sound of lucidity.
A gust hits your hair, levitated like a long veil.
Oh, I look at you, letting my breath being taken away.

We stand so close; Planck length apart
Yet the hearts distant; Parsecs apart.
Ain't no melody could be played by any means
For I'm the wind and you are the strings.

-Laxmi Bhargavi Golla