Grow.
Color the day.
Sprinkle happiness,
On what you see.
The breeze,
Caresses old memories,
Fading into dusk.
Ordinary days…
I wonder if heaven,
Feels like this.
The original language of this site is English. Please note that translators impact the meaning of the poems.
Grow.
Color the day.
Sprinkle happiness,
On what you see.
The breeze,
Caresses old memories,
Fading into dusk.
Ordinary days…
I wonder if heaven,
Feels like this.