Feb 27
Is the loneliest number
One by one
Are the fingers counted
One
Is the puff of air
Softly touching
The tip of my nose
Everything tastes one,
like the first drop
falling on the dry tongue
One by one
Are the fingers counted
One
Is the puff of air
Softly touching
The tip of my nose
Everything tastes one,
like the first drop
falling on the dry tongue
