Her profile
speaks of peace
and sleepiness
How I wish
I was there with her
Instead
I burn with fire
deep down
in the evening of my life
gone
but still here
A pen in my hand
to open the door
to the wind that borne me
so long ago
I am not dead
until I am dead
So, little peaceful one,
I watch you
and drink in your
cool waters
but I am not quenched
not quashed
Burn
Burn
Burn
StoryGirl 