Power

She was a liolness in a birdcage.A bird in the depths of the sea.She was powerful and free,but she was not where she should be.

I am a wanderer and the only way to find me is for me in the places I have never been..

Grace

She wore the fog like the moon wearing clouds,and I chased her in her dress, in her glow,but never got close enough.

Blossom 

The glow of a beautiful flower is a symbol of a life which is lived richfully, whether short but happily.

The Perception

 

EYES.
One of the most beautiful creations of God. For your eyes speak the truth, when everything else is a lie. It, indeed, is true that behind the most beautiful eyes, lay secrets deeper and darker than the mysterious. So, let the eyes do the talking. For it is a beautiful language to learn.