Who is my poet?
not a poem you
can read and hear.
But, a poem that's on
a painting.
with all her body,
give off a comfortable radiance.
The world becomes
peaceful and calm.
Also, it stays still.
My poet gives black
papers, only 'I'
can see through it.
Like the days of
our youthful memories,
which never ceases to be
inside me.
With both hands around me,
she gives warm hugs like
My mother's as she
writes beautiful poems
for me.♡
©zahra.
Z