I can almost feel her,
Her touch like the early morning suns.
I can almost smell her,
Loving the arouma of almonds.
I whisper lullabies and can almost see her smile,
Sharing innocent kisses, I adore her all this while
YOU ARE READING
Luna
PuisiThat's what I love about poetry. The more abstract the better. Each word specially chosen could have a million different meanings. I maybe unknown to you..see if this is what we connect through!!
