19 acessos
Weird tenderness struck me with her kiss
Beating warmness
Knocking smell of sourness
Swelling thorns covered my hands
Swinging shades with colours
The scent of coldness is of clay
The memory of her is of moonface
(knock knock knock)
O invisible tenderness!
Rushing towards behind a tree
I have (all) your fingernails in my hand
I'm turning upside down!