Running in the park
My feet touch the waves coming in
Giggles of smoke dissapear
I am here
Seriously
Awake:
No park no waves no giggles
No running
Always
You
Smiling
YOU ARE READING
Now
PoetryAs you procress in life maybe some words put together in a specific way emanate sparkling bricks from the cashm we are, building bridges. Copyrigth for all lyrics by the author
