Murmuring the day and the night
Stealing glances of the shadow I could not follow
Covering the warmth of the cold bed wondering your presence
Vanishing the cloud around, tickling back the time when we met
You, present yourself as ingenuous, simple, intelligent, and humorous,
with no purpose to be proofed
Litting a small light that had been dormant, opening a universe that had been buried
Some have gone, then in a glance blasting, convincing the endless night shall never be off
YOU ARE READING
Eternal
ПоэзияBe still with your purest soul, Be tough in this endless night, and be the one who let it be
