Nov 2016
When she smiles at me,
I feel the winds kiss-
on my lips.
When she smiles at me,
I reminisce-
the sounds of the trees.
When she smiles at me,
I feel free.
I feel the winds kiss-
on my lips.
When she smiles at me,
I reminisce-
the sounds of the trees.
When she smiles at me,
I feel free.
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
Dedicated: To Marie Miscou-Roy
Dedicated: To Marie Miscou-Roy
