You were talking
You were talking in your sleep and the words twisted their way from under my pillow to the moonlight over water. And the willow tree combed waves of shadows from my heart and washed...
You were talking in your sleep and the words twisted their way from under my pillow to the moonlight over water. And the willow tree combed waves of shadows from my heart and washed...
Down the memory lane from under the flakes of shadows a word, so precious to speak so vivid to write so powerful to grasp jumped into the paper and a whirlwind of fire found...