Someone with that weirdness has not open my heart
She came and sit by my side
I was in a garden under a evening redish sky
quite for that moment.
She was a breaker
who shun glass from her voice
someone who open my heart with her weiredness
Someone with that weirdness has not open my heart
This was a tale i wrote under a sky
Nowhere nearby, a peaceful sky.
Saturday, 6 October 2018
A tale i wrote under sky
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