She is barefoot, running
Brushing the dewy grass, the golden sun strings threading.
The moon hugging
Out of the fog, at last. Under the rain Celebrating.
Drip, drop
Her sorrows she sees
On her skin Sliding
Let the gravity takes its course
Drip, drop to the river they go
The flood of thoughts against the stream, they dissolve
Under the water, her breath she holds
Ecstasy for milliseconds, she folds
There goes the fish. There the sorrows go
Drip, drop
Out of the fog, she goes
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 2:49 AM UTC
She is barefoot, running
Brushing the dewy grass, the golden sun strings threading.
The moon hugging
Out of the fog, at last. Under the rain Celebrating.
Drip, drop
Her sorrows she sees
On her skin Sliding
Let the gravity takes its course
Drip, drop to the river they go
The flood of thoughts against the stream, they dissolve
Under the water, her breath she holds
Ecstasy for milliseconds, she folds
There goes the fish. There the sorrows go
Drip, drop
Out of the fog, she goes
