And I wonder why
We know how to smile after we're born
When we've never been taught
Why, or how
I wonder if
We hold it in our palms
Hidden tightly away
When we first come out into the world
And it's only when someone gives you
Their smile
That the first smile is born
And your hand opens.
Yours
Was like a sunset
Blooming
YOU ARE READING
「re:yours」
Historia CortaI think, when I finish, I'll take a nap. Just for a little while. Companion piece to「dear」
