Translucent wings, a kaleidoscope of color
Beating against the blueness of the sky
Gliding motion, barely can feel it
Making a feast of spring out of life.
Hazel eyes, the richest of colors
Flickering against the beat of my heart
Caressing motion, barely can feel it
Growing the spring of love in our lives.
Claudia Moscovici, from The Painful Poignancy of Desire (2007)