*~*ZeraH*~*

On beautiful days, those where the sun is fuller than life
And holds nothing back
Someone is hoping to be sun kissed at least for that afternoon
Wishing away the paleness of the week, who so cruely erases away
the rosiness from her cheeks
(what’s left of it)
Breathe, child breathe for I’m still to let u go
I’m still to let all ur hues fade from u
Laughter filled afternoons where the birds chirp
And the tree branches sway back and forth as if dancing to the wind-
A moment of worship to the heavens
And she walks past the swaying trees but fails to notice that each breath isn’t hers,
But it belongs to the hand who makes the trees dance for her
The one who makes the sun run after her, so that she may be sun kissed
The one who draws away the curtains of heaven, so that on rainy days she may still feel warmth
To the one who’s her oxygen, the breath in her lungs
The one who breathed into her, life