Don't wake us up when tomorrow arrives, we'd rather be dreamers

miércoles, 1 de marzo de 2017


A smile arches
my lips,
with my eyes still clouded
and the dampness on my cheeks
still a mouthfull of sea

Your eyes,
so gentle and warm,
sprout my spirit
with the calmest of lights

I wonder if you
can see the colours
brought upon
by the comforting embrace
of your Sun
and my Rain

I wonder, too,
if I could ever describe those
that are out of sight
for both me and you


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