The sun flecks on a table,
clouds in heavens,
and blue eyes left behind,
are waiting for words, silences to come.
The wind moves hair, leaves, voices,
quenches souls’ thirst
and dies inked on bible paper.
The sun flecks on a table,
clouds in heavens,
and blue eyes left behind,
are waiting for words, silences to come.
The wind moves hair, leaves, voices,
quenches souls’ thirst
and dies inked on bible paper.