A lone maple leaf,
Orange in a sea of grey,
He caught my eye.
I wait for the sun,
My room will glow orange,
Like the brewing tea.
Long winter night,
A tear soaked pillow,
Dry by morning.
An empty inbox,
With a thousand mails;
I wait yet again.
To a day in June,
Wind back all the clocks,
He sat beside me.
A withering past,
Turns a fresh page of life,
I draw a rainbow.
Pine tree woodlet,
A home in the hills,
Love has an address.
Love has an address.
A sunlit fjord,
Eyes alight with laughter;
Many drowned.
Dialect of Heart 
Every bit…every phrase…so radiant n full of life ..all I can say is..Like a Dream of a rising sun,blessed with a tender heart.Like the softness of a butterfly,or a walk through the wet park.Like the Touch of an angel,filled with colours of Life.This virtual reality of yours…keeps me deluded all day all night
Deeply touching….
@kuhipat wow…thanks for such exuberant praise :)touched.@corrine thanks 🙂