All the time as though I never existed:
As this seeds are being placed to germinate.
As it blossom, bears beautiful flowers.
As the sun shine in the depth of the shadows
Of strong darkness.
The fracture of mine is melted in one gold
Pot of the Gauteng.
Blessed are those having a chance
To see you daily
Those who touch you
Even in their dreams for you are the best
Dream one would never mind to dream again.
Pouring waters of the upstream where
One stands in the downstream,
Never left cleaned but cleansed in heart.
Not smiling but milling towards seeing you again.