When you smile at me
It's as if it is Autumn
Three-twenty five in the afternoon,
Driving, trees naked skeletons
Line the road. Fields stretch
Out, oh vast expanses of land
So old, so young.
The sun is gold, the dominant
Note of the scale, the warmth of a scarf,
The light is so gentle and beautiful.
I do not want to think of
My inadequacy.
I do not want to think of tight
Grey rooms and work.
I do not want to worry
Else I will go mad.
So I'll think of you
When you smile
At me.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Petrichor
PuisiWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
