church bells' tolls are calling
August
the month of storms
for me, the month of
shooting stars
the eight lunar month of next
looms over my head
calling me back to my bed of earth
with September comes again a renewed death
my eternal vow remains
lascia te mi morire
the month of storms
for me, the month of
shooting stars
the eight lunar month of next
looms over my head
calling me back to my bed of earth
with September comes again a renewed death
my eternal vow remains
lascia te mi morire
Labels: eternal vow, le morte, love, poetry, shooting stars
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11:29 AM
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