When the coldest leaf touches the spring grass,
The wind will hug it's lost limbs.
As the fish will hurry towards the rivers,
The free spirits will wonder towards the woods.
Sprinkling laughter and bonfires into one.
As the sun begins to close its eyes,
The sky will paint aftermaths...
Tongues will howl for the moon,
As the stars began to settle down.
While the eyes are caressed,
The warmth is mild.
YOU ARE READING
Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
