and i watched
while the spring breeze swayed the curtains
and a weak smile played on his lips
her eyes were closed
dark lashes fluttering gently
light snores escaping her mouth
he held her hand in his
and i couldn't help but to wonder
how could a love be so pure?
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 9:08 PM UTC
and i watched
while the spring breeze swayed the curtains
and a weak smile played on his lips
her eyes were closed
dark lashes fluttering gently
light snores escaping her mouth
he held her hand in his
and i couldn't help but to wonder
how could a love be so pure?
II: the second work in a series of short poems; series one.