hello, do you still remember the night when you sparked something for the first time in me a flame burning ash mist spreading like small moths slowly obscuring the sun each moth a part of my body i flew for the first time, and there was no cold, the sun blackened, a day made night your eyes murmor to me of pain gone drown me in hot coals reaching our hands for the hollow heavy moon, blank pages rewritten with that first flight into youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
