Something rises in the evening sun
as it's touching the roof of my sky.
And I wonder, how would it be
your sharpened hand above the sea
to stretch my heart once more on thee
and simply melt it by your beam.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 3:34 PM UTC
Something rises in the evening sun
as it's touching the roof of my sky.
And I wonder, how would it be
your sharpened hand above the sea
to stretch my heart once more on thee
and simply melt it by your beam.
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