Picture 1809

Written: Maxima

Since you’ve been gone
I have missed running barefoot
Through the sweet meadow,
The flowers are not as fragrant
The birdsong not as joyful.
You are in my heart and my soul
I love you so much
When you whispered in my ear,-
You are like a lovely flower fresh
With dew

I can hear the
Sounds of the waves …
Washing in.
Do you remember
You know … those of our …
Well … those of our most beautiful dawn.
The Moon reflecting on the sea.
Mists of white water kissing your pretty face.