WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

A rounded sigh, of liquid, softest gleam,
It holds its breath, a precious, fragile form.
Like nascent thoughts within a waking dream,
Before the moment breaks the gentle storm.
Its fragile sphere, so open and so free,
Invites the touch, a yearning to possess.
A silent yielding for the world to see,
A vulnerable, sweet, soft nakedness.
Then, with a breath, it melts in cooling spray,
A cool sensation, delicate and brief.
The essence shared, before it slips away,
A tender solace, bringing sweet relief.
The water whispers, "Feel this gentle art,
A soft surrender, written on the heart.

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI