share...

A joy does not become real,
until you share it,
with someone dear..
A joy, so small,
like blooming of a May-flower,
or a star blinking for a moment,
and rushing down to the earth...

Share a tear,
and it becomes a dew-drop,
perching on a blade of the green grass..
and blowes the soft wind,
warm and damp, like a breath,
of a waiting lover......