Why the clouds seem pretty?
Because i never take a look at them.
Since when i like to gaze at it?
That was since it first talked to me.
The wind blew a seed along,
it then stayed inside my heart.
Tears flowed as the summer rain,
and grew it into a beautiful rose.
Everytime you stare at my eyes,
can you see any reflection?
A beautiful picture of a princess,
that is sweeter than anything.
A hundred steps exist between us,
i took ninenty nines steps for you.
I can no longer walk further,
would you take the last step for me? |
Submission Name: The Talking Clouds
