Dear,
I hear volleys.
I have thought on you. This worm night with freshness I try to find some single lighting to go there where it shows. But my heavy thoughts wants dream.
I have thought that I had this lite with you. If I stood with you it would be, and that heavy, much more easy. But I am there. With my legs in pain and eyes tired from the wish of dream.
My worst enemy is scare. And braveness comes to much late. I have sighed on the worm fresh night and braided your look in the dark green shadow of the plum tree.
I hear volleys.
I have thought on you. This worm night with freshness I try to find some single lighting to go there where it shows. But my heavy thoughts wants dream.
I have thought that I had this lite with you. If I stood with you it would be, and that heavy, much more easy. But I am there. With my legs in pain and eyes tired from the wish of dream.
