(HONESTLY)
“PINK TULIPS.”
Listening as the birds sing their lullaby and the gentle wind-aided to that beautiful melody, I lay down to the soft green field under the biggest Sakura tree in the middle of the vast perfect hidden garden, a sanctuary to where a clear river flows from near, and as I look at the vast blue sky above, to the meadow to where everything seems like a floating haven with its beauty and scented rainbow flowers plain, my heart reminisces to the sanctuary my mind still can’t.
“From now on, this will be our 2nd sanctuary.”
Rolling beside me as I catch his gentle sleeping face together by the aid of the gentle warm wind that sways his hair and the sun shines reflecting his angelic features, I smiled slowly touching his face from his forehead, to his nose, eyes and stop
