• und1sputed 11w

    A gift you are, so geason
    You came into my life,
    Painted it with colors of your soul
    Sprinkled fragrance of your warmth
    And with you I felt safe.

    But it was short lived
    You left without goodbye
    Like the flames you disappeared into the air
    And all that is left are memories
    Of the sweetness your grace.

    07/01/21
    ©und1sputed