A sudden rush
A stone drops into the water
The first lighting strikes
A bud begins to open
A drop of rain bends the leaf
The last red on the horizon
A cloud turns a wisp
A wind sweeps the ground
The moon disappears.
The burn in my throat
The ash on your tongue
The first drop of cornering water
The last hesitated sigh
The last hello
The first goodbye
Day by day
Night by night
Still I fall
Still I rise
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 12:02 PM UTC
A sudden rush
A stone drops into the water
The first lighting strikes
A bud begins to open
A drop of rain bends the leaf
The last red on the horizon
A cloud turns a wisp
A wind sweeps the ground
The moon disappears.
The burn in my throat
The ash on your tongue
The first drop of cornering water
The last hesitated sigh
The last hello
The first goodbye
Day by day
Night by night
Still I fall
Still I rise
March 30th, 2017 - 12:02
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