When I started brushing my fingers through her hair,
She said she will fall asleep like that.
Her soft wrinkled eyes fluttered close,
Under those black spectacles,
With light breathing accompanied by little snores,
I found my peace just being here with her.
Under those terrain of surfaces,
Lies so much glimmer,
More than of diamonds and gold.
The creases decrease on her forehead,
As the dreams take over her mind.
When I started to retreat my hand...