Night shall pass as their memories shall last .
Those colour papers are just papers in your eyes aren't they ?! .
But for that I knew I'm an art , the papers are greater than what they are , in my magical palms !
The Aromatic breeze and those endlessly forever theme of my soft poetry , and a delicate mind that I have , you've been dreaming of , for your whole life .
Cuz even an idea of me gets these hours running and makes hearts bloom with every beat , and they are already looking for me among the stars .
But sadly they are as short as a day for me and I'm as long as a night for them .
{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...
