Cuando Ella Calla
When she is silent.
When she is silent, she watches from afar with distant but not absent eyes. When she is silent, the wind whispers to look at her covertly.
When she smiles I know that I have lost, because I fall exhausted and I have no remedy. When she is silent, her lips become the temptation of my heart.
When she looks at me my soul vibrates, resonates and sings with joy for the whole day. When she talks, I just want to hear the sweet melody of her voice.
This Poem is my own and the photograph was taken with a UMIDIGI A11 PRO MAX smartphone.