Not a single hill to look upon
while the music asks me to
count the trees on the steep
Only lakes and ponds,
not the roaring river
The snippets of your smile;
fading..fading
Not a single photograph;
just ashes after the cremation
Maybe I'll just go to sleep
and dream you whole
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
Not a single hill to look upon
while the music asks me to
count the trees on the steep
Only lakes and ponds,
not the roaring river
The snippets of your smile;
fading..fading
Not a single photograph;
just ashes after the cremation
Maybe I'll just go to sleep
and dream you whole
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