The fluorescent Sun burns, the sky remains silent.
The last shepherd left, meadows sing of atonement.
Tender wind blows, miles between us cry.
Omnipresence of love spreads across the sky.
Beyond the stars, we will meet.
Beneath the Sun, we will meet.
And if the night comes,
At every dawn, we will meet.
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 12:05 AM UTC
The fluorescent Sun burns, the sky remains silent.
The last shepherd left, meadows sing of atonement.
Tender wind blows, miles between us cry.
Omnipresence of love spreads across the sky.
Beyond the stars, we will meet.
Beneath the Sun, we will meet.
And if the night comes,
At every dawn, we will meet.
Another love poem...
