Just kiss my words with your fingers,
When the last drop from the star is falling on a leaf,
And think about that sip of tea,
After seeing that You used to say,
That you are water and I am a dissolved colour,
In seven sips you tasted it till the last drop of the cup,
When I used to fill your pen with ink,
I often used to feel that with every letter that came,
I would see you coming on the pages,
And it would feel as if every bright corner of the universe,
Has been inhabited on earth.