*To Her with Love* a breeze she is touching every cord & putting life into a denuded existence letting dried leaves drift into a waiting pond realising the dreams seen on strong branches like a fog and mist soaking the dryness that peters in in a barren world a fragrance laden wind scotching petrified smells that doesn’t allow a lungful of breath a wave of a pious river washing away the tiredness & lethargy a lone candle that fights the dark and opening vistas to the sleepy dreams where luv never ends nor the flood of dreams to her i wave for the continued spell ⚓ soliloquy