"The smell of earth The feeling of sand The gentle touch of the sun I long for the hum of your warmth Weep for the thought of our lust For whom does this world belong We abuse of it Smother it Concealed by its every morning As dense as the cloud, as weak as your spirit The mountains still crave your sound The sky still crave your look"
by 9898xx
This was not written by me. It was written by my friend and I thought it was a good piece so I decided to share it with you all here too. She's not usually into writing, but she's really good at drawing and you can check her work at 9898xx on instagram if you would like to.