My Honey and Bunny
Your memories are made of salty dreams
Your memories are made of salty dreams
Any vibration of false by painting in hundreds of colors
The light that plays under the light
He rubs his body in the dust ... heh ...
Your memories are made of salty dreams
Any vibration of false by painting in hundreds of colors
The light that plays under the light
He rubs his body in the dust ... heh ...
What color gray I am today
Lose you way
You are on the brink of life
In endless imperfections
Fly the unconscious kite
At the vacuum of the sky
Yet I ...
What to look for in the eyes of human grief
Where the reflection of the dream at the festival of light breaks
I stand alone
In a breeze of memories
The body of the duo mixes
What to look for in the eyes of human grief
Where the reflection of the dream at the festival of light breaks
I stand alone
In a breeze of memories
The body of the duo mixes
Today I lost my way in gray or colorful
On the thorns of life you fly endless knots at the endless flaws of the unblemished sky
On the thorns of life you fly endless wires in the endless flames of the unblemished sky ...
Yet I ...
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© 2019 Shajib Mahmud
