A ladybird on her neck
A leaf that flies to her feet
The softness of the wind caressing her cheek
That's all I would have been.
A laugh, a whisper or not even a thought
This heart, which is not pure, only makes me tremble.
Like those stormy evenings when the wind blows hard
You'd have to hide, but you still think about it.
It's the end of the road, you have to wake up.
It was a beautiful story, sitting there on a bench.
At dusk, it will always be disturbing.
I'll see her tonight forever.
That light that walks the dark path
Understand, one day this dream, we give it no name.
It goes through forests to a pure lake.
Ending in a tiny house.
Maybe one day I'll stop thinking about it.
It no longer matters, because the die has been cast.
They roll on the timeline that must not be crossed.
You must never look at her again.
About the Creator
Tony herlin
A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).
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