Maybe...
Maybe this is the last
The last embrace when
I'll get to grasp you through my fingertips
The last laugh when
we only expected to smile
The last parade when
we expected the rain but the sunshine showed up
Maybe this is the last—and if this is not,
I'll be hoping for that
YOU ARE READING
to wander in wonderland
PuisiWe are just trying to articulate something illegible through poetry and colors of paints amidst this tornado of our oblivion. We are just trying to shine as we dance towards each other while the luminescence of our eyes speaks for our souls. We are...
