she is like the wind
her long hair playing in the air
her sad thoughts following her
her shadow flowing on the ground
her tears a dark sea
her heart a storm
Mom, can we keep the cat????
If God would not have made tears colourless, pillows would have a lot of stories to tell…….
The flower that blooms in adversity is always the most rare and beautiful of all.
Photo: Adela Galasiu