Insufficient Angel

It would never have been enough despite the bright snow on the rock, the flowering of the trees, the smiles of others for a while. You would always had something to tell me, and still answering you, I would not have known. Your every word is rock. My every word is snow; melts in the Sun. So I let the silence speak that maybe he can give you this my message: that I would never have been enough for you, not even if I had been an angel.

emi.me321I am Anna, I live in Italy. Photography and writing are my hobbies.