You,
Who's touch I seek when the rain caresses those flower petals.
You,
Who comes in my mind when the moon takes it's place in the sky.
You,
Who's softness resembles to the sunset with violet clouds.
You,
Who's bright green eyes are like the stars in the moonless sky.
You,
Who's presence is like the sun in the endless desert.
You,
For whom the travelling wind brings me news.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight
PoetryYes, words sometimes do matter more than actions! A book full of whispered words under the cloak of darkness. Poetry woven with the scent of my soul.
