... Sometimes, it just takes your breath away!
Echo:
a thousand paintbrushes,
dipped in ten thousand hues,
waving in the winding rushes.
A hundred soft and summer breezes,
sighing verdant willow trees,
songs of unnumbered muse,
here is where the lover pleases
(c)Guest Poet: Timo Antero Onjukka 2012
Second Echo:
a thousand paintbrushes
cannot paint ...
a thousand winds
cannot breeze my face ...
a hundred willows
cannot dance ...
the way the loved
lover entrances and shoe laces.
(c) jan leree 2012