What photo gives
A memory
the scene is a Felicity
Grins on our lips
We steady sit
On waving grasses
On deep, cold ground
But you don't see
Above all us
Are thick, dark clouds
It is a piece of Yesterday
But it's not like us
It does not change
It does not age.
YOU ARE READING
The Breathing Poems
PuisiWhen I cannot speak, I cannot be mad, when I cannot share the happiness, all I have to do is to write the breathing poems.
