Tuesday 13 February 2018

Nora

I feel the joy of praise, see the creep of moon, new horizons can be great, you say you have to go, always play the fool, laugh like a bag of stones, not content with any place, or weeping over single truth, life is what we make, you want to go alone, not enough here for you, no one still at home, these walls are never grey, don't go where's its Blue, there is still our lake, its not a game of thrones, take me if you want to, but not as a loan, since you've been away, i don't know what to do, but each night pray, the sea still surrounds you.

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