ABOUT YOU
on a sunday morning,
i was siting and writing,
some things about you,
that were numbered and few,
my hands were touching,
off the sheets,below my wrist with a pen,
the world around seems rounding,
the wind touches me on ton,
leaves were flowing one by one,
behind one other,had much fun,
crows sitting pairs on trees,
locked my sorrows with the keys,
sat alone on the mountain stairs,
was writing about you with cares!!
»♥«Tιgєя»♥«
»♥«T.ѕ.ρяιｿαηкнa»♥«
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