Ndinelao Haimbodi
All reflects in the inner eye
Never to dodge the idea of tenderness
A feel so pure and eternal
Unbreakable equal grounds
A few humans don’t, but hearts do
A curve that will grow wider and flow incessantly
A flow that whispers all midnights and mornings
A yearn to know every inch
A yearn for a place under your skin
A peek through your eyes
As good as gentle and fulfilling
So subtle that it becomes more real
Freezing a moment that lasts