When words become fruitless
I keep silent
When silence wounds you
I exuviate words
I wait for your smile
It’s up to you
To make me melt
Or freeze
The sky has
Neither boundary
Nor doors
When words become fruitless
I keep silent
When silence wounds you
I exuviate words
I wait for your smile
It’s up to you
To make me melt
Or freeze
The sky has
Neither boundary
Nor doors