OCTOBER LEAVES:DAY 5 Where is your nest of love?

One day I was bored with my own life and words,

Killing all of my words, I touched my love birds,

Later I whispered, asked where do you fly from ?

What is your destiny, where is your source, origin ?

My dear word of love, are you still a virgin ?

My dear bird of life, where is your nest of love ?

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI