I wished to get wings
to fly over the hills...
Painted a lot of things
Playing the tunes...
on the strings of hope
I wish to play with a jump rope
Talking with sleeping bears
Look for the bunny...
that feels drowsy
Wait for the green grass to appear
Snow and cold disappear
Wait for the warm spring
YOU ARE READING
Away From
PoetryMy mom died on 17/7/2018... This book is for her. In this book there are things i couldn't tell her about them. "I always remember that if I turn my face to the sun, the shadows will fall behind me..."
