With the eyes of an artist
That sees the light
of your soul
With the eyes of a poet
That sees the love
in your heart
I see you like a star
on the sky
That passes by
and smiles
Every now and then...
And thats fine
If we see shootings stars
every night
It would not amaze
Our eyes!
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
Monday, September 30, 2019
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