Your head is on my shoulder
My lips are touching your eyes
And your scent caresses my nostrils
Those memories of you
holding me tight
Flashing at night
And that’s something
that keeps me alive
All those years…
passed by..
And when that image
Is flowing in my mind
I can even smell
the lovely scent
of your hair
In the air.
Your head is on my shoulder
© Copyright: Марина Поттер, 2023
Свидетельство о публикации №123021806832
Свидетельство о публикации №123021806832
Рецензии