Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Uprooted


In motion, thinking not of rest,
At rest, without the slightest urge to move,
Upon his breast, a snow-white gull,
As she who answers, loves.



2 comments:

Jan said...

I have read your words carefully many times over the last few days and the same impression came to me each and every time...a lovely and romantic moment~

William Michaelian said...

Your beautiful interpretation reveals your tender heart. Thank you, Jan.