Pillows take form
And feel of clouds
And welcome moon
And stars
Before my closing eyes
Your ghost begins
Its dance
My hands strech out
To dream
And with the last
Dying breath of day
My lips let whisper soar
I Love You
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 5:04 AM UTC
Pillows take form
And feel of clouds
And welcome moon
And stars
Before my closing eyes
Your ghost begins
Its dance
My hands strech out
To dream
And with the last
Dying breath of day
My lips let whisper soar
I Love You
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