Pure As Snow

Pure As Snow

The truth be told,
I remember your smile
I recall your toothed grin on summer evenings
with wine in our blood and the balcony letting us get three meters
closer to heaven
The truth be told
I remember your tears
I recall the silence of the nights in a country of
unending forests clashing upon sky-high mountains and valleys of
unimaginable depth - but we imagined it
falling ever higher and higher and down the slope we raced each
other
closer to heaven
I remember your tears - I remember your smile
The truth be told,
do you remember me?


The original drawing is for sale at my store: [link]

Poem by me.