My heart is a phoenix with a lifespan of days.
Consumed by your midnight poetry,
It awakens again in a wide yellow bed
Near gentle pink curves:
A sleeping world softly rising and falling on the crests of dawn.
My heart is a phoenix with a lifespan of days.
Consumed by your midnight poetry,
It awakens again in a wide yellow bed
Near gentle pink curves:
A sleeping world softly rising and falling on the crests of dawn.