@Sizan200 20 October 2020

The light of spreads

Your finger, what is it? The light spreads. Still waiting for the stars You love me as much as I was. Still on the sky, open the window and stay as it is Still, it's the rain in the first attempt Your dagger hair, yet a picture of the clouds, as black as clouds You love me as much as I was. Still read old letters, and their eyes wet in silent The sun is still a star and a story tells you a story When you get down the evening, do you still have the same island You love me as much as I was.