She opened up the window
And from the garden she heard a song
..."I'm gonna write a song for you
In a language, that doesn't exist on earth"...
The curtains were softly moved by the wind,
And she thought to herself
"How beautiful, A little song for me"
A poem every day.
6-2-20
I finally found the energy/inspiration to write a bit. This is a part of my new song :)
