Marketing
THE QUESTION
Without the question
You've become a tenant
In the lighthouse of my dream.
Erasing all my pasts
with a simple handshake.
Engraving the lines of your palm into mine.
And while you relentlessly wonder
through wastelands
I keep asking myself the question.
Have I really needed
This spring
Painted with autumn palette shades...
This vagueness overture
In the hallway of a tear...
This WE without US?!
Post je objavljen 13.05.2019. u 13:31 sati.