Isn’t it beautiful?
Heart is swimming in words
formed by the wind.
Voice carried
by a cloudy tommorrow.A mirror moved
by the moon, trembled my heart.
Soft tears
filled with a stream of stars.Isn’t it beautiful?
Two of us walking hand in hand.
I want to go to
your town, your home, your arms.I dream of lying
against your chest.
My body in your clasp,
disappearring into the evening.script type=Words stopped by the wind
are a gentle illsion.
A cloud-torned tommorrow is
a far-away voice.My heart has been
in a moon-blocked flowing
mirror.
Stars that swayed and flowed
can’t hide my tears.Isn’t it beautiful?
Two of us walking hand in hand.
I want to go to
your town, your home, your arms.I dream of your face
that softly melts in the
morning.