Walls speak words , ever since you have come .
I heard them telling stories about you to the tendrils to make them bloom .
The wind blows , once you pass by just to spread your Aroma to the place , where no one has noticed that you exist .
I heard your voice for a minute and I couldn't stop thinking , weather your voice was vulnerary or the honey drips on their wounded hearts .
; The mirror was right .
As I was brushing all my hair to the side ,
then I knew there was more to describe .
Not just an eye to eye .
{M} .
YOU ARE READING
Aroma Breeze
Poetry" You treat them like they have a heart like you Soft and tender .. That's how you write . So beautifully , right !. Inside your head must be a forest and mountains . I believe !. So I told the stars about you . I'll sing until the miracle comes...
