I remember the time I heard your stories
Running through the opal snow
In our backyard
You looked so tenderly at me then
But how will you look at me now?
Both innocent and free
You shared all your life with me
You kept on whistling in the snow
As pine trees tickled my nose
I sneezed!
Your laughter will stay with me forever
The moonstone glow
Reflects the joy of childhood
I left and slowly you forgot
The taste of snowflakes
On your blackest eyelash
Who is running with you
Through the opal snow
In our moonstone yard now?
About the Creator
Maria Parsheva
She had eyes like ocean water, deep sea glass with rugged edges
She had lips as hard as pearls and coral moonlight in her hair
Hi, I'm Maria and I've been writing poetry, stories and books since I was very young. To me writing is breathing.
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