even without those makeups,
she remains as radiant,
like a glittering sun
in the midst
of a swarm of grey clouds.
even without him looking,
he meets her
in the eyes,
and lock themselves
there,
there, in the freezing silence.
even without wings,
he sees her
an angel.
YOU ARE READING
a dimension where sentiments reign
Poetrysome of the things I feel entitled enough to write.
