In his windy love's eyes
The winds are wandering,
Their legs have sauntered
In a loose fit journey away
From the warmth of arms'
Embrace, under the stars,
A heart of days splendour,
Has waned into a wincing
Chain, propped and long,
Where even the dark sees,
They sooth incandescently
Blind. How can love grow
In a vow hermetically cold
When all outsides' beams
Are breaking like the sun?
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
In his windy love's eyes
The winds are wandering,
Their legs have sauntered
In a loose fit journey away
From the warmth of arms'
Embrace, under the stars,
A heart of days splendour,
Has waned into a wincing
Chain, propped and long,
Where even the dark sees,
They sooth incandescently
Blind. How can love grow
In a vow hermetically cold
When all outsides' beams
Are breaking like the sun?
