Oct 2015
you were the last
bird of summer
the golds of the
sun melted as you flew
wrapped to an oak-washed
sky, that slowly unravelled
you were my love
and i loved you with every
soft breath of my soul.
bird of summer
the golds of the
sun melted as you flew
wrapped to an oak-washed
sky, that slowly unravelled
you were my love
and i loved you with every
soft breath of my soul.
