there is story, hidden
in your chest
so fragile, so yours
that you can scream only
...
There Is A Story, Hidden
there is story, hidden
in your chest
so fragile, so yours
that you can scream only
whisper in the wind
autumn leaves on the pavement
are a wish of those
unanswered calls
that's why your skin
is dreaming
a song of devotion
and emptiness
the signs of shivering
and warmth are a path
for my fingers to follow