If I would write a book about you.
I can name it Yasmine.
And not a single life event would be written.
Only the essence of your being.
Written in the language of your heart.
She
Receiving paper and gift.
Covered with her warm heartbeat.
Layers of love, pain and her life.
Written down on paper by this beautiful gift.
M.P.Yasmine
Writing
Leaving a paper trail.
For that one person to read.
Hidden treasures in a box.
(N)ever to be found.
Stacked and colorful blended.
Carefully bound this bundle of snail mail.
One day others will read.
Our minds and feelings.
Our love for paper and ink.
Flowers and cards.
About life itself and how we are coping and dealing.
They will read about the true treasures of life.
M.P.Yasmine
Writing
”Let us start writing again.
Not in pain, nor happiness,
But in dying and rising.”