𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺𝘀.

II

I see plastered faces on the white doors.
A great touch of beauty that you add,
I see pure water that walks through the fountain,
I see the hummingbirds in their cages singing, With such a magical and fine-tuned way
around the Fountain and the flowers.

As soon as that doorbell rings
with the softest and most delicate melody,
I see you.
You take me to the garden,
where you have all your dedication.
For the plants, for the humidity of the grass, the earth and the warmth of the flowers.
A sweet aroma of that atmosphere of nature
by your side enjoying the tranquility.
A moment that I would like to be eternal
in a perfect world
where we would be the garden fairies.
-Mel
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