You fly high between the stars. You are free but...I miss you everyday more and more. As the sun goes down I wish I could see you just for a minute. Please, give me a sign that you are still here with me.
As I was writing this and tears were rushing down my face beautiful white butterfly appeared on my hand.
Was this the sign?
YOU ARE READING
Two Sides of Mine
PoetryWHAT IS HIDING BEHIND THE WORDS? short 'stories' with deep meaning. It's about my feelings or things I am going throught.
