The closing of a book
does not end its tale.
Yet, happy endings
are not too elusive.
To take leave under the sun,
in patches of soft grass,
surrounded by gardens' aroma;
to lie at rest in shreds
cut from the teeth of reality
and still sense
the smell of content.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
The closing of a book
does not end its tale.
Yet, happy endings
are not too elusive.
To take leave under the sun,
in patches of soft grass,
surrounded by gardens' aroma;
to lie at rest in shreds
cut from the teeth of reality
and still sense
the smell of content.