Atlantic City, NJ, March 8, 1972

A mysterious feeling

By Vladimir Huber

It was like a connection,
that came from somewhere.
It felt warm and pleasant,
but not really enough;
maybe, I wasn’t used to it.
Colors; feelings;
the smell of Nature;
all was felt and received.
Connected to it all,
and part of it all.
I was quiet and listening
all what they had to say.
I never thought,
love would feel that way.