Monday, July 10, 2017

88




88 

If I saw eighty-eight million stars, 
I would wish to laugh with you forever. 
If I had eighty-eight zillion time machines, 
I would relive the moments when we would walk alone in the woods 
over and over;
talking, teasing, listening to music.
Being around you is such magic.


(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2017 

Poet Notes: This little, random poem that popped in my head today is about someone who makes me happy. 💜💚 I won’t say who. I want to give y’all some sense of mystery. 😉 Btw, the number 88 has no deep meaning, just my favorite number, lol! 😜

No comments: