quietly to the light
need to be far away to find a beautiful spring
it is is flowing gently
kiss me if you can
it is you.
move quetly not to be disturbded taking in my suroundings everywere
love quet and warm to darkness midnight midnight
the sky the birds the trees the darkness growing ever closer reaching feeling
a monster is dancing it moves rythematicly flowing in every direction
fly away little bird if its not pretty
somebody charming, sectetive, mysterious
Copyright © Liza Salmon | Year Posted 2013
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