Beside the river,
I transfigure into my feather shape
I am in my bird state
Calling out for my mystical encounter
"Come make me wings and help me escape "
I feel a strong heat and an intense grip on my back
I look at the mirror and see my reflection sewing me wings around my neck
Its all a trip i claim
Just like a drop of paint in water
The rain came
to destroy the image of my lover
My unheard comforter that willfully has to lie
For this river reflects my buried will to die
But i ignore it all and fly high because i am entitled to the good things in life
Words Of Harfouchism
Oct 18, 2020
Oct 18, 2020 at 1:00 PM UTC
Beside the river,
I transfigure into my feather shape
I am in my bird state
Calling out for my mystical encounter
"Come make me wings and help me escape "
I feel a strong heat and an intense grip on my back
I look at the mirror and see my reflection sewing me wings around my neck
Its all a trip i claim
Just like a drop of paint in water
The rain came
to destroy the image of my lover
My unheard comforter that willfully has to lie
For this river reflects my buried will to die
But i ignore it all and fly high because i am entitled to the good things in life
Words Of Harfouchism
