For a moment on my porch,
while staring at the moon with his face in full bloom,
listening to the nurture of your gentle tune,
inhaling the scent of fresh lavender perfume,
I could feel your essence like that day in the tiny room.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
For a moment on my porch,
while staring at the moon with his face in full bloom,
listening to the nurture of your gentle tune,
inhaling the scent of fresh lavender perfume,
I could feel your essence like that day in the tiny room.