As we would sing
into each others'
eyes, the moon
clapped along to
our celestial beat
and our souls
danced with bodies
of stars. We
worshiped the
sun and folk
music until
we burned with
joy, the day
the world
ended.
May 16, 2010
May 16, 2010 at 6:53 AM UTC
As we would sing
into each others'
eyes, the moon
clapped along to
our celestial beat
and our souls
danced with bodies
of stars. We
worshiped the
sun and folk
music until
we burned with
joy, the day
the world
ended.