Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Flying heart

where is my heart?
I seek everywhere
even in the sky
nothing was there

I found the pretty
in eyes of deer
I start to belief in blackness
when I saw em, I swear

do you believe of eternity
my sweet sweet girl
it's between your arms
it's in touch of your hair

I stayed all nights
swimming in your sea
Haven't reach your shore
haven't even just to be

let's dance to the morning
I don't need else or any
let's smell your breaths
and drink from your honey

if the rose need perfume
hug it near your neck
wheasper to its redness
with soft words, so quick

I am the grower of this garden
which you sleeping inside
I am the garden owner
that seems so proud

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