At twilight ...
The puzzle of love will be collected
in sheets of paper about you
which not everyone can read
Meanwhile…

mouths will speak indifferently
because if it is time for every point to jump from the sk

will give birth to blessings then a good love will find its destiny.
**Nice short poem.Flowers are beautiful things! Well done, and thank you for sharing. :)**
** If you are interested and have some spare time, I have some poetry on my blog too. :)**
