Slowly
Raise your hand and place it on mine. Look at me in the eyes. I want us to live with Passion, in such ecstasy that burns in colours so magnificent, the clouds part and watch astonished. Our ashes will blow in the wind and scatter us across every cobbled street of the town we call home. Whisper my name.
© Text: Orlando Barahona
© Text: Bui Linh Gan
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