After your kiss:
I shut my mouth,
to not lose its taste by talks
irrelevant to berries at all.
After your touch:
I lock my grip,
to stop the dust of time,
from wiping it.
After your hug:
I embrace myself
like a wating fetus for
arriving to the world as a jesus
reading your heart's verses
Over the strayed out of your eyes' lanterns
To be drunk!
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 9:30 AM UTC
After your kiss:
I shut my mouth,
to not lose its taste by talks
irrelevant to berries at all.
After your touch:
I lock my grip,
to stop the dust of time,
from wiping it.
After your hug:
I embrace myself
like a wating fetus for
arriving to the world as a jesus
reading your heart's verses
Over the strayed out of your eyes' lanterns
To be drunk!
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