There I walk
sunlight reflecting on the ground underneath
Spaces cold and spaces warm
An open place where freedom is felt
I continue walking
my casual stride unplanned
An atmosphere asking for nothing of us
is where we find ourselves
Catching up quickly on concrete
he offers me a flower on a Saturday afternoon
Für dich Es ist eine Blume
A delicate pink carnation I now hold in my hand
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 2:27 PM UTC
There I walk
sunlight reflecting on the ground underneath
Spaces cold and spaces warm
An open place where freedom is felt
I continue walking
my casual stride unplanned
An atmosphere asking for nothing of us
is where we find ourselves
Catching up quickly on concrete
he offers me a flower on a Saturday afternoon
Für dich Es ist eine Blume
A delicate pink carnation I now hold in my hand