A Face

When I close my eyes

there appears a face
Looking at me
with love and grace.

Peeping from my window
I see the rain
Titillating the leaves
It takes all pain.
Again reminds me
of that face
Looking at me
with love and grace.

Walking on the grass
a cold wind passes
I open my arms
and breathe inside
the evocating smells
of flowers aside

My hair flies high
I close my eyes
There appears a face
Looking at me

with love and grace.