#WritcoPoemPrompt34

At the edge of the furthest mountain,
Between the valley and the lazy river,
Beyond the edge of the scented meadow,

I can see the hues painted by the setting sun...

crying birds flying without knowing
wiping the unstoppable tears from your eyes,

listening to your heart beats fast
tearing broken heart...

standing in front of you without knowing..

giving you tightly hug from your back
trapping your foot not to step away
pushing you to face me ,

grab your lips...