What do we have here
A silent mistress alone in the light
Safe and mysterious I see and she sees
No sounds
Words are lost it’s the magic silence, a true embrace
The bus stop , my ride
One last look at the sweet succulent light and the magic that lies in between
Aug 9, 2025
Aug 9, 2025 at 4:08 AM UTC
What do we have here
A silent mistress alone in the light
Safe and mysterious I see and she sees
No sounds
Words are lost it’s the magic silence, a true embrace
The bus stop , my ride
One last look at the sweet succulent light and the magic that lies in between