That day
my last children's day
Tears, silently
Heart, dead silence
Alone in the corridor
his hand
Put it gently on my shoulder
The wind blows softly
Smile, slowly bloom
As beautiful as a dream
Tears are still flowing
But the corners of the mouth are indeed raised
He turned and left
But before that, I left a napkin...
It is an infinitely beautiful and unique picture
napkin
...