white beams that burn my face
blinded by the flow
beaten by a white wave
summer
I feed a dream
whilst I kill another...
"that precocious, affected, impenetrable child there extended a void of light and a veil of shade that no force could overcome and pierce"
1 comentario:
Te abrazo, mi querida. Escríbeme o llámame o grítame. Besos!
Publicar un comentario