Fall, and come back to
your only adorned wish
my final soul, for your sun
sometimes
we
bask in the
mortality... drown in it
but this could mean the earth to me
and if
everything seems like spring
it's often just a dream of
breathing liquid of all, and
just
a piece
enchantment is everything, you thought
but only the time of eternity
is
able to heal the bottomless wound
