I long to someone I don't know .
to something about to happen
your eyes are the hidden green fire in smooth stones of the valley
the giant sprit of Charleville
The call of mighty Rimbaud.
crawls beneath my skin like a warm wind
I was about to give up
till I saw a promising smile like a lily glowing in the deepest darkness of my soul different from all lilies of the Ardennes
Oct 28, 2022
Oct 28, 2022 at 5:10 PM UTC
I long to someone I don't know .
to something about to happen
your eyes are the hidden green fire in smooth stones of the valley
the giant sprit of Charleville
The call of mighty Rimbaud.
crawls beneath my skin like a warm wind
I was about to give up
till I saw a promising smile like a lily glowing in the deepest darkness of my soul different from all lilies of the Ardennes
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