A sparrow knits the-
dim moonlight to sleep in
my arms all night.
My devotion was
different. I would watch
the meltdown of moon.
You must move like
water. There was nothing to
say, nothing to catch.
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 8:52 PM UTC
A sparrow knits the-
dim moonlight to sleep in
my arms all night.
My devotion was
different. I would watch
the meltdown of moon.
You must move like
water. There was nothing to
say, nothing to catch.