Jetzt seh ich nur die Finsternis, Aber es gebe Freude jenseits der Liebe, Andererseits sei alles peinlich alleine. Kommet die Heilung nur wenn die andere
Urbanised, I grew near concrete and car honks, not farms and cow horns Nor the chirp of birds harmonising farm hoes tilling the soil. My
The fish wiggle in the noise of tweeting birds blocked out by the polluted water Trickling away in a little creek, under the bridge of
It pulls you as much as you pull it It pulls you as much as you pull it. You’re both master and slave to each
#FarhadAkale shot to death, gone too soon. till we meet again!