A whisper of golden threads,
pale as the moon light and white pearls
She walks quietly through my mind,
whispering songs I’ll like to buy
She looks like a simple girl,
feeling the breeze as time just flows,
yet her shadow feels like wings-
a guardian standing near my back
Every night and every noon,
She just stares at my old soul
Wearing just some summer clothes
Looking everywhere that goes
She is not real but feels like home,
like a whisper in the air
I wonder if I’ll ever be,
someone wise and kind like her
By: Lizzy