Jul 05

My heart was swimming in words gathered by the wind
My voice bounded into a cloud-carried tomorrow
My heart trembled in the moon-swayed mirror
Soft tears, spilled with a stream of stars
Isn’t it beautiful?
If we could walk, hand in hand
I’d want to go to your town, your home Continue reading »

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