LOVE LETTERS TO KASHMIR.

What is it that brings us close,

I often wonder:

Sitting across, I hear you,

in the ripples of sublime tranquility.

I breathe you,

in the wilderness of white pollen.

I witness you,

in hues of pink,

spreading your wings across the vista;

What is it that brings us close,

I often wonder:

As the snow, 

creates a chimera of an orange flicker.

While the day

wanes into the emerald blue.

And the wind, 

sways in a dance of blowballs; 

What brings us close, I wonder 

Is the magic,

that never ceases to be,

of sunsets and dandelions!