He was her beautiful white cloud. She admired him, she dreamed of him, she loved him, she was jealous of him for having the sky as his company. She was feeling a lot for him. But even if she was there, next to him, she would try to touch him, yet she could feel nothing.
-26/2/18
cl.
YOU ARE READING
words+life=poetry
Poetrymy destraction, my happiness, my thoughts, my life in lines this is a book where I'll upload some of my poems and little stories that describe the everyday life i'm getting inspired to write from lots of things so my concepts won't be certain i hop...
