The rose feels the Divine Timing, knows when it’s time to dwell upon, and when it’s time to move on.
No wonder Juliet is out on the balcony,
Her soul moulding with the symphony,
What is this photo but an epiphany?
The guitar played “A Romance for Juliet”
A glossary of complex movements, a menu of gestures aligned in their complexity to manifest love and passion.
The Missing Rose makes the calculation,
Serdar Ozkan surrenders the manifestation.
It’s the Month of June,
The phone rang in the afternoon
There are no paths,
Paths are made,