I write you pell-mell, cause your voice bring back a passion bell.
It s late, so much left, all kind of things, odds and ends run mad.
Feel my film, I try to clean a fit of spleen.
In our desire equal fire, such a gorgeos poetry.
Let live, catch how much you need.
Behold immortal sense without delay.
Stay to become one seed.
Disarm, just water and sun.
Love and songs to realized where is our real paradise.
Find out slow, we ready to grow, free, let us be...
How does it feel?
Post je objavljen 01.12.2013. u 13:57 sati.