Yesterday I stole a few hours from the afternoon, to accompany her so she wouldn't feel alone, also to tell her about my joy and happiness and to show her how I write my poetry.
Yesterday I stole a few hours from the afternoon, to stop time, to enjoy that moment, to savor its light, to tell it how you are.
Yesterday I stole a few hours from the afternoon to talk to her and feel the rain, her petricor, to touch the sky and see love, to plant more roses in my garden, to see them happy and smile.
Yesterday I stole a few hours from the afternoon, to accompany it to its sunset, to see when the sun goes down, to talk to her about love,
Yesterday I stole a few hours from the afternoon to know how she sleeps, when the silence comes, when only the wind speaks, when only the wind speaks.