you sat among
the flowers.
in the courtyard,
you rarely left.
the only place you
looked at ease.
notebook in hand,
placing your hair behind
your ear
every time the wind
blew.
your pen never stopped
moving;
i wondered
what ideas were
circling your brain.
that's when i knew
i wanted in.
YOU ARE READING
a vacation into your heart
Poetryall that cliche love talk in the form of short poetry.
