My Sweetest Clarinet
Kaien, you are my dew drops.
Amid the sun, the piano cannot wander.
Our feathers shimmer you like a dawning barley.
But oh, Kaien, your glamour cherishes tomorrow behind the capriciousness of your tryst.
You, Kaien, are my shy, rustic, and twinkling harmonies.
YOU ARE READING
A Poem About Kaien Cross and Myself
ФанфикThis is what I want to imagine Kaien and myself to be like together. So enjoy ;p
