Wondering in the woods
As the morning drizzle come
Shower the earth with its charm
How I wish that I tremble in your arm.
Truly
I want to let go of this pain
I want to carve our names
Beautifully without any vein.
Shall my heart speaks louder than me
For you to believe my sincerity?
12.06 p.m
wandering*
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