Dancing under the stars
is a freedom
After a four-year lockdown
It's so good to be alive
Hearing myself laugh like a kid
as if every day is a Christmas day
It's the present sent to me
And a note with one-smile emoji
The flowers bloom
after the triumph of an impossible war
is a tear from genuine happiness,
Isn't that what we all desire?
YOU ARE READING
among all other little days
PoetryThere are these feelings we fail to acknowledge. Let's talk about it now, shall we?
