No, not for a minute
In the heart of this Eve
That it is not timid
I stand away from the edge
Of this precipice
I stand far from the edge
Of loves deep abyss
The joy that flows
In this soiled soul
Is water in vessels
Vessels of holes
I do not believe
In the heart of this Eve
My love is a forest
But one with no leaves
No comments:
Post a Comment