It is nothing to praise,
My love,
Nothing more than something
I’ve withdrawn from the sun.
Just a teardrop for a flame
I’ve made
To wrap your finger
In tightest bond.
Interest in this blog is for those who partake in valuing philosophy and poetry.
It is nothing to praise,
My love,
Nothing more than something
I’ve withdrawn from the sun.
Just a teardrop for a flame
I’ve made
To wrap your finger
In tightest bond.