Warmth of Life..

Like the warmth of the teardrop rolling down
Down your cold red cheeks-
It is a part of your soul, a part of your breath,
A part of the ultimate energy creek.

It flows in a complete circle, but the circle is twisted a bit
As it flows through your life, like a magical miracle.

Like the first rays of the sun on your night-cold skin,
Like the breath on your shoulders, like the hand of the lover-

Like the little bird chirp in your ears,
Like the fragrance of the bloomed lavenders,
Like the slow gush of wind blowing your hair,
Like the sun reflecting the lush green from the leaf that flutters.

Made up of warmth, with life sprinkled on the lane-
The moments, the chances, fall around us like rain
Or like the snowflakes, or like confetti-
Wake up and grab them all, to gain the light of Cain.

More the colours you see, more you will live-
The soul paints rainbow overall,
From the very beginning to the last breath-
One life, one chance to live them all.