I love a flower,
I stretch my hand
and touch his soft leaves
and it sends me a sweet smell.
It’s a tacit love,
in the sense of wonder
we found in each other,
secret signals from another life
that bring poetry to my heart.
I love a flower,
I stretch my hand
and touch his soft leaves
and it sends me a sweet smell.
It’s a tacit love,
in the sense of wonder
we found in each other,
secret signals from another life
that bring poetry to my heart.