I travel inside your mind
For I want to know
Your deepest thoughts,
You give to me
Everything I see
Your heart, your soul, your love;
As I awaken in June
The most glorious morning
I see the sunrise
In your hair,
And everything I see
Is coming true;
And what rose blooms this much
Without dying in the wind?
For a moment
I digress.
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 17th, 2024 21:36
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 16
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