Midnight shooting star., di Ana Silva

Ana Silva

Midnight shooting star.

I never met someone like thee.

Always so protective of thy.

Even if thy has lost all hope and is ready to die.

Yet your words spoke to me like a breeze.

I didn’t just hear it.

I felt it.

(2014)

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