"Yes, my dear. I was waiting for you. Before I even met you, I was waiting for you. Always. That night. That holy night that I met you, your naked body I was holding for the first time, those tears I couldn't hold.
By 0 07 years ago in Poets
Come closer, I'm not a fire. Fires can be put out by the rivers. Or storms. I'm not a fire. Come closer, I'm not the wind.
I'm talking about you and me. A light and a shadow. A bright star and a dark ship. The night, the wind, the silence. The sea surrounding us.