marcolove
Posted at 2019-05-22
Posted at 2019-05-22
Morning grayness
A cigarette and a lighter.
Your smell of a person who is real,
Creates a magical atmosphere.
People always fight,
People with their dazzling light,
Make me want to hide with you
Want to hide until
We'll find a nook, a nook or a tiny brook,
Where to lay for a million years,
Only to get out with no fears
written by ELEONORA ZAMPAR