#665-Wishes


I don’t want the house,

Land,

Or the fantasy,

Waiting for me,

At the end of the path.

I like the trees.

Leaning against them.

Closing my eyes.

Listening to their whispers.

As butterflies float by,

The breeze tickles my skin,

The sun sets,

And minutes drift by.

Susanne & Sasan

Picture by Susanne Navid - Words by Sasan Navid

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