Beneath a cerulean dome, your smile lights up my tiny world.
My paper skin crackles while your
laughter ripples, lost on the breeze, delivered to a stranger’s ears.
My heart shines at your careless sound, and I’m proud to call you mine.
You breathe new life into my ancient soul;
you keep me young while I grow old.
My paper skin crackles while your
laughter ripples, lost on the breeze, delivered to a stranger’s ears.
brilliant lines, your talent is divine,
keep it up.
welcome join us this week for week 52.