Around
The mountain of flames
We sing,
Strum instruments,
Laugh until
Our cheeks turn into
Bursting cherries,
And fly on the sand,
Spinning, running,
Until the sun
Says hello to
The waves,
And disappears
Into their murky depths.
When the blackness
hits us too hard,
We scramble,
Flashlights shining
Into the night.
It was a spark
I say,
One night
Of imagination and friendship
That I'll always keep close.
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC
Around
The mountain of flames
We sing,
Strum instruments,
Laugh until
Our cheeks turn into
Bursting cherries,
And fly on the sand,
Spinning, running,
Until the sun
Says hello to
The waves,
And disappears
Into their murky depths.
When the blackness
hits us too hard,
We scramble,
Flashlights shining
Into the night.
It was a spark
I say,
One night
Of imagination and friendship
That I'll always keep close.
