Warm breeze whispers about your face
You can almost hear the chattering then silence
Tracing paper whirls to catch them
Enchanting magical thoughts' wondrous parlance
Now if I could only trace them for you
With my blue sparkly marker of stars
What a cascade of lights would surround you
Then I'd add pink and red from my heart
August 08,2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem