A grin from the sun knocks,
making me ascend from my comfy couch.
I can see clearly through the windows,
how every filaments of its light
excitedly calling me from the outside
racing with other stars,
just to show their great present
to remind me of my day.
Wind is whispering thousands of greetings,
trees bear couples of letters
but something is still missing,
and the worst is
I don't know what it is.
Looking up high,
embracing the breeze and the sound
waiting for the moon of the night
maybe it has the answer than the sun.
Dedicated to my friend Nicole, Happy Birthday 🎁
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Hang - Leave
PuisiHanging for something is a choice and it depends; if you will leave or if they will leave you. (c) Kit Sandoval for the wonderful Cover 😎
