Treasure Island

Flavia Karina Ernst

(May 5 1995)

You


I am dancing

with the drops of rain

because you are not here

to dance with me.

I am playing

with the rays of sun

because you are not here

to play with me.

I am reading beautiful words

because you are not here

to tell them to me.

I am listening to music

because you are not here

to make music with me.

I am alone,

so alone,

because you are not here

with me

so we can be alone

together.

Because you are

my drops of rain,

my rays of sun,

beautiful words,

and music. All put together

to make a whole

so beautiful:

You.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 25, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 26, 2014

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I am not in love. I was just inspired. :)

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