Poetry

Pillow's Wings

Whenever you cry, I born inside

I feed from your fear, grows and hide;

I'm your pillow that is invisible

I'm always ready whenever you fall.

In air I grasp for joy to bring

turns the winter into the warmest spring;

shyly changing your worst to best

An ounce of beauty from the big mess.

Honey! Sweety! i must say!

I'm here always, by your side I stay;

running, crawling, shaking like a thousand ping!

Guide you to lie in my perfect wings.