When the sky changes her costume and pulls the blanket in the night to rest..
When the stars shows that the sky blanket needs stitching..
When the breeze become wise to spell some love poems..
She sit next to me with her sweet smile, we lit up the moon ..
When we kiss, our wings grow from our shoulders..
When the wings reaches their fullest and shining white, we still kiss..
We lift up to embrase, our wings stretched to the position of flight...
When the trees of the mountains waving their hands, we slowly wing up into the sky..
When I could see the twinkles in her eyes, together we circle above the mountains high..
We look up to realize that the sky blanket needs stitching...
When we say that the 'sky can wait till tomorrow', just like yesterday .... :)
When the poems of the breeze continues... with love....
Now, dont get any ideas... ;)
