Jurnal
Wave
to Ina
1 min lectură·
Mediu
Flowers blossomed by her trace
As she passed across my time
I veiled my dream in her white lace
to save her wings and please her smile.
She turned away in childish play
and left her shadow in my sighs.
I’m now wandering through the breeze of may
shedding my whispers of a miss.
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