2002
On the shadows of the oaks,
Splendid bliss between two became one.
Yellow flowers, morning dew,
Held not but cradled.
An afternoon delight it turned,
On the wood-crafted shelter.
Nothing but tea on the table,
Left ‘till near rusty sky.
The glittering orange diamonds,
Are scattered over the lake.
Four-visions remain stapled above,
To the sky, reflected crystals, it seems.
Now while lingering each other’s touch,
Oh Luna! As the guidance;
Lying on the green turned grey grass,
Saying vows, happiness –love.
