You write like the air that you breathe
you hold the pen as if you know the idea of poetry
You touch the edge of the pages as if you are convinced what will be at the next page
You look across to me as if you are sure about what's going on in my head
And as I blink to your face put my hand under my chin .
I wonder how will I ask you that ...
Why no body is as rich as you are in thought?
How can I be you ? .
{M} .
YOU ARE READING
Aroma Breeze
Puisi" You treat them like they have a heart like you Soft and tender .. That's how you write . So beautifully , right !. Inside your head must be a forest and mountains . I believe !. So I told the stars about you . I'll sing until the miracle comes...
