Nostalgic Feel

Opera of sun set upon grass where the sun see it for last. Read for skill your hand feel make reality I want so real. Breathe me I turn to you so take this vest I within I grow.

Last Night

I loved you dear, I see we dissapear in the rain clouds pierce as a spear. I hold close tore has myself more of a kind repoire crawls on floor. I feel the light it flickers in the air. I see my discovery what I need repair. So I’ll go quick from my own lips…