i see those smiles
through the glass window
just like flying butterflies
across the meadow
i close my eyes
to let the wind blows
and i search for coloured pens
to stroke a smile above the sorrow
Novia, 2014
*an eternal memory
*an eternal memory
i see those smiles
through the glass window
just like flying butterflies
across the meadow
i close my eyes
to let the wind blows
and i search for coloured pens
to stroke a smile above the sorrow
Novia, 2014
Poetry Prairie 