Sent frоm above with a broken wing, will we hit the ground together? Crushing down at the source of your attraction my peaceful river became a cascading fall Knowing that everything lasts but for a while Your absence beams through the edge of my clouds
Within the scope of what I could hardly perceive in a few moments of clarity I feel you there
Like the lunar moth on the window screen we were born yesterday and we might die tomorrow Just to save these intangible days that turn into nights in a reckless shift
To untie the knot that restrains us in exchange of the beginning and the end Three days of torrential rain leaving to a different ground Loosing signals of your fairyland proves me wrong