Stars Play With | Carmen Marin

In your hands, I sat stars,
Snowing on us, flowers,
I wish dancing on shoulders,
Night and dawn waving there.

The hair, I’ve paid longings,
I cried and begged moments,
Forget the new day,
Snow can envelop us.

On your soul, I wanted to sit butterflies,
To come spring buds,
So you could play and enjoy,
Soul decorated with lilies.

Posted: 2 years ago
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