In the sweet ashes of the morning sun
your crescent body on my eyes
tomorrow is here, today never dies
my lady sat upon her chair
fixing with her deep brown eyes
she imprisons me in a cobra way
all my shells become undone
you and I are one
Jul 14, 2011
Jul 14, 2011 at 10:20 AM UTC
In the sweet ashes of the morning sun
your crescent body on my eyes
tomorrow is here, today never dies
my lady sat upon her chair
fixing with her deep brown eyes
she imprisons me in a cobra way
all my shells become undone
you and I are one
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