I love the someone’s love. I’m looking into the stranger’s eyes. He’s invisible for the City of Insane. Only few could’ve seen him fading into the red and orange Sunset. He’s above someone’s above. He echoes laments, deeper cries. He’s still invisible for the Strong and Sane...
The gap is too fragile and slim Between Eternal Love and dirty mindset. I love his love. I love the rare bird of him flying over the moonlit steep. The silver grass is only rim of his Eternal sleep and my eternal Dream...
01.01.2003