The last evening we had a walk together
All bushes around us were a strawberry garden
The earth was made of chocolate
The dew on grass was milk
The sun rays were made of honey
The clouds in the sky were an art painting
The wind was a love song
Rain was warm shower
Mosquitos turned to butterflies
Stones to gold
Soil to omelette
My words on her ear were a poetic whisper
The path to her heart was a verse I’d try so hard to understand
Yet she allowed me through
And the sunset
Was a love story she’d listen to.

Author: sander_ochy

I am a journalist, a poet, a spoken word artist, a writer, and performer. Life is all I write about. #Freeverse254

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