She walked barefoot,
Picked wildflowers
And sang to the river's flow.
Sunshine came down
Surrounding her in warmth,
Drowning out the shadows.
There was one word,
Floating within her soul.
Peace.
She was at peace.
YOU ARE READING
Paper Planes
شِعرLetters to him disguised as paper planes. I always think of you. Sincerely, Yours. 《Poems about my first love》
