If we ever get separated,
Find me
In the pages of poetry,
In the twilights and sunsets,
In bird's songs,
In smiles and laughters,
In old cassettes and paintings,
In the winter's first snow,
In the calming rain,
In the pretty scent of flowers,
In the oceans and forests,
In the faint smell of fog,
In the morning coffees,
In between the words,
In the wind,
And finally in your heart,
I will always be there
with you.
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Ink
PoetryRaw poetry of a lost soul; a wanderer, a star gazer and a reader.
