Like the sunrise during mornings,
and the flowers during spring.
It is clear. Impossible? No, it is inevitable-
for my feelings to never falter.
Like the stars during evenings,
and the song of the birds that sing.
They falter.
STAI LEGGENDO
What We Are
PoesiaFiguring out who you are to me and who I am to you shouldn't be that hard. --- What We Are: A Poetry Collection
