I see her once more. There is something familiar from the way she smile: ear to ear.
I see her once more. There is something peculiar from the way she speak: heart to heart.
I see her once more, I know sadness will never get born.
I see her once more, I know madness will never get core.
Her smile could travel many miles.
Her eyes could never tell lies.
And, who is she? she seems to be a very wonderful person. #wondering
hahaha..you’ve got to be kidding me -.- nice poem, anyway 🙂