Your fingers danced across my landscape.
Over my beautiful hills, that I cherished since forever.
You rested in the garden that someone once planted, before you.
And got lost in my hiding spots, feeling comfort.
You tasted, smelled, looked, enjoyed.
And then you were done.
Vacation was over
My landscape
...
devastated
YOU ARE READING
Before you Sleep
PoetryThis is a gift for you I want to invite you. Take a look inside my mind. Maybe it helps keeping your thoughts from running wild. Maybe ist shows you that we all break sometimes and that is fine. Maybe it gives you some sort of relieve before going t...
