in the twinkling night..
when she lets her hair loose on her shoulders..
and her bangs fall softly on her eyes..
she takes off her dusty cloths..
and puts on a tender night gown..
she sighs with a moan..
and lets all her muscles relax..
then her sky starts to clear, and stars appear..
her rivers run slower, carrying the boats to the calmest places..
giggles and laughs fill her silence
and friends gather
the streets look its best
when all the noise disappears
and you can hear her breath
calmly
without the covers
without the dust
she then shows her best
reminding people of how beautiful she is
and how they could be humans again
3 comments:
I think you should change the title of the post to guess who :D
George Monier
:))))))
when i started writing it i had something in mind.. then along the way it changed a little
i know it's confusing: but i'll leave it to everybody's imagination ;)
She is beautiful and so you ARE :)
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