That long street
With traffic of trees
Whisper my name
Greens my brain

Red Geraniums
Behind my windows
Bring blood to my veins_
Makes me out of jail

water flows in the streams
Running through my soul
Lucid my dreams
Lifts the weight I hold

People still living
Remind me of leaving
Where can I go ?
When the birds Singing
A family is like a circle
Staying with them is The Miracle

By Yasmin.sh🌻