Touch of a passerby.

Is just a touch of passerby?

or you wish to speak when I cross!

things you think I understand

might be I long to listen.

I see you at threshold of summer

yellow with red twirl on top,

a sweet surrender of  shiny armor,

you embrace this barren husk.

Prudent smile on lightening eves,

slight of shivers on snowy days,

yet heads up and straight spine

thought full with mischievous breeze. 

In hope to flourish in soon spring

bit of laughter in summer night

with a touch of passerby.. 

©ikbenmanisha25

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