I do
Jun 17, 2021
The cold mornings
walking on the emerald grass
I see the dewdrops
twinkling like stars
I roam under that vast roof
you call sky
Sweet memories of you
a soft gush of wind
that passes by
I touch
the drops of rain
as gentle as your lips
on my palm
I see those webs
entangled
like the thoughts of you
inside my heart
