III. She
March 14, 2025 at 5:28 AM
She always used to like the May
Because in May will bloom dicentra.
She loved black tea and rainy days,
And daffodils with yellow centers.
She used to like minor and scales;
She liked the forest panorama.
She used to like frail porcelain,
She didn’t understand fake dramas.
She used to like detective tomes,
And silence hidden by the roofs.
She loved me, even when I cried,
By love from ancient dusty books.