The Language Asleep in the Edge of Dusk — POEM 𝒃𝒚 Anna Keiko
Behind the sleeping language,
You left your voice in the scorching sun,
Like a secret written on the back of the wind,
And the sky never had time to read it.
Behind the sleeping language,
You left your voice in the scorching sun,
Like a secret written on the back of the wind,
And the sky never had time to read it.