The way the flowers of
The sunshine kisses her hand
And the way the butterfly
Flies to her heart like it is
Whispering to her a juicy secret
That is for her eyes and ears only
That is the wish that is her command
And the blanket that sings to her like
A song of quicksand
And all the butterflies make a move
Like a sweet sound of Euphony
But who would have guessed the story
Of the moon and the rose was
Supposed to be called an epiphany
Of rose petals and moonlight kisses
From her sweet moonlight cherry blossom
G to his K.
YOU ARE READING
The Journal of the Story: Dear Kaylee
PoesíaThe rose of the petals The flowers of the trail She speaks her voices Just like a song The girl of the dreams And now she is dreaming of the world All night long And now she is Dear Kaylee.
