𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐞

Thy words is the moon to remember;
you're the piece I adore;
thy words are like vines in my heart,
and wine in one's soul.

You are a flower in the wilderness,
with petals as soft as a gentle breeze on a tired heart and a color as rich and vibrant as the sunset.

Its scent is late autumnal with a hint of spring,
filling the valley floor with serenity and tranquillity.


© Kanunay, Hilary.