автор: rafikah

When I ‘m gone
The world won’t miss me.
One sob,
Two honest tears,
Three days -
And I will have evaporated.
The memory of me
Will just be kept in those,
Who briefly loved me.
The world won’t miss me.

But I will.
Its starry nights.
Its dewy grass.
The smell of cobbled streets.
The nameless dogs
(those long lost souls).
The books.
The music.
Ringing laughter.
Colored dreams.
Bites of chocolate.
Autumn leaves.
Fresh cappuccino.
And sudden wake-ups.
When my heart
(alive and kicking )
Takes a breath
Of tasty, tasty air…