Akhand Singh

It’s the little things that matters

Few curls of sweetness and a simple smile

Then an imaginary tongue and the words polite

It’s beautiful, the chemical infusion of happiness

A glass of red wine and the stars aligned

While you place your self into the rhyme

Dancing with the circle of glowing eyes

And smiling at the heart of your shrine

© Akhand Singh, 2015 © An Empty Glass, 2015