The first image
reflected
on every first
existence
Dearly,
comforting
wonderfully made
gentle touch;
soft voice;
sweet smile
Oh!
How truthfully haven
but it wasn't forever
too short to go
And now,
the first image
reflected
on a grown existence
wrinkled,
feebled
still wonderfully made
tender
mellow
slowly
falling
Oh!
How I wish
time would stop
ticking
--She
YOU ARE READING
UNSPOKEN
RandomPieces of life. All rights reserved 2017. LolitaAi. (Credits to the owner of picture I used for the book cover.)
