Nothing has started with you .
Everything comes to an end when you are around .
Where the air and the wind wonder in roaring storms to become a human to communicate with you .
Where the mountains come forefront you to be the first to get the bless of your very first step to this city .
It's still strange how you have given your everything , bravely to me in a bowl to share with so many hungers .
Yet nothing has started with you .
Everything comes to an end when you are around .
Except for the name of this city .
{M} .
YOU ARE READING
Aroma Breeze
Poetry" You treat them like they have a heart like you Soft and tender .. That's how you write . So beautifully , right !. Inside your head must be a forest and mountains . I believe !. So I told the stars about you . I'll sing until the miracle comes...
