Admiration covered in blanket
As I walked up the window your smile reflects the sun, remembered me of Saturday morning walk during run, me enjoying doing jokes and fun.
Changing after hearing: ,,you talk too much", but you seem not caring the words of sucks'.
Months developed, delved in mind. ,,Say something, should I?" I, rough thing solved: ,,*Hide*"
But you pure soul, covered a mole, by saying:,,You are really creative".
Now I am 5 walking next to my mom: ,, You too sensitive you too ''persepective".
This poem is about:
Our world