Past this storm,
She tries to look past your iris,
The world wound in your eyes,
This time just like the one prevailed- hopefully,
The sands have the answer
As they spill past the nothingness
Into spring, that’s forever mine.
Past this storm,
She tries to look past your iris,
The world wound in your eyes,
This time just like the one prevailed- hopefully,
The sands have the answer
As they spill past the nothingness
Into spring, that’s forever mine.
Brunilda Writes 