Fear breathes fire. A friend of loneliness. The knock flows into
While the young angel is napping, the clock is singing sparkling tim… And your sweet French lips are closed on pale cheeks. While I walk along the gray alley
Milky– almond taste of cheeks whispers. Set fire to velvet mint fire lips,
Where is our morning? It went out… Where is our night? She’s crying. Where is our wind? Sad. Where is our sun? In the shadows. Where is our time? It makes me sa…
Lonely and thin, In an meatallic hat. Gray– haired flashlight, Fades into darkness. Cold and flabby.
