You never know how good you had something until it's gone
And out of your fingertips and remains you how well it felt to feel the ocean between your fingertips and lay down in the sand and wait for the waves to wash up on shore and you see the seashells for how pure they are when the water hits all the colors of the sun just right you could almost appreciate the glistening of the sunlight.
When the mountain hits the cold I am grateful for the sunlight on my hips and when the moon hits the bottom of the sunset I am grateful for the daylight that morning brings me.
YOU ARE READING
To me, To You, To the rose petals, And To The Moon
PoetryThe lonely nights turn into tears and you remind me in a dream of how much I love to love you and not to be amidst when the air feels so cold that there is none but time controls the past and to live in the present means to accept the past for what...
