Eyes full of wonder,
She strode towards life
With a smile wide and regrets few.
She will one day write poetries about
The beautiful possibilities of being alive.
She will breathe and just be.
She will be.
Tag: short poetry
Game of Living.
Connecting the
Dots of ifs and buts
She discovered the
Game of living
Again.
Laugh like Church Bells.
And with
the voice
sweet like
sugar
dissolved
in a glass
of warm water
with a drop of
lemon of
feistiness,
she tinkled
out a
laugh
like church bells
ringing.
-a-
Obsidian jewels.
The silent understanding
in those big eyes of hers
undoes him;kills him.
Toodles!
~A♥~
