Poems from yennira
Four childish eyes
Looking at their own child
Eight hands kept the baby standing
Wrinkly hands against smooth skin
Loved by six people...
What are we but leaves in a tree
Everyone imperfect
Yet beautiful together
What are we but stars in the sky
Away from each other
Yet so...
The dragon waits
Its wings are cut
It dreams of flying
Soaring the sky
A silent wish
To a dead star
A silent tear
To a dead sea
A silent...