Through jasmines and daisies, broken wooden shades of burning stars. I hold them while the nocturnal fall down on me waiting you with your boat, before I turn into dust at the dawn
Saturday, April 9, 2011
At dawn
Through jasmines and daisies, broken wooden shades of burning stars. I hold them while the nocturnal fall down on me waiting you with your boat, before I turn into dust at the dawn
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