Читать книгу A Cinnamon Afternoon - Adrian Tanase - Страница 33

27.

so close to the time

when I was just a kid,

when I enjoyed a bite of cake

like it was the whole world to me;

so close to the time

when my love for you,

felt like a sweet biscuit in the jar

that I couldn’t eat

because my grandmother

put it too high, on the cupboard;

sixteen years into the future,

is not that long,

and although I am older now

I still feel the soft fragrance

of the clear soul

and joyful heart,

when everything was there

just for me

and you.