Poetry in the heart
Like sunlight everywhere
When you're nestling away, your sky is like air in the fields, in the noisy crowd, in the silent thoughts
When you meet everywhere, your palms are in your arms
Poetry in the heart
Like sunlight everywhere
When you're nestling away, your sky is like air in the fields, in the noisy crowd, in the silent thoughts
When you meet everywhere, your palms are in your arms