Watch the sun...
Aptly, the hunger of love
Simply, a future in an eye's cunning?
Shapes of sharing's life, to come...
True to sleep...?
Here is a waiting few
Asked to wish, a future is seek...?
A stigmata in more than a day too soon...
Beginnings
Or, we found a sense of strength...
In the sate of promises, with endings
Of clashes, that becomes a due length...
Might, is this promise...?
Stay with our slumber, a conscience
To wake myself, or a friend?
Am I patience, or a preparing essence?
Home and heaven...
Why, am I is, when be is kind?
Prayer is any of a source of living, if
A hope ever can be, a lover's mind?
Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 9:22 PM UTC
Watch the sun...
Aptly, the hunger of love
Simply, a future in an eye's cunning?
Shapes of sharing's life, to come...
True to sleep...?
Here is a waiting few
Asked to wish, a future is seek...?
A stigmata in more than a day too soon...
Beginnings
Or, we found a sense of strength...
In the sate of promises, with endings
Of clashes, that becomes a due length...
Might, is this promise...?
Stay with our slumber, a conscience
To wake myself, or a friend?
Am I patience, or a preparing essence?
Home and heaven...
Why, am I is, when be is kind?
Prayer is any of a source of living, if
A hope ever can be, a lover's mind?
call me a saint or a pain in the *** achoo...???