From the right corner of her sight, she sees 11:11… From the same side of her mind, she wonders…
From the soul full of hope,
why is she far?
From the sweetness of the heart; the storm of the stranger’s mind…
From the lightness; fireflies in the bowl of night…
From the world she used to adore; the reality she still avoids…
Why is she still far?
From the man above,
and his words in the blueness of the sky…
It’s 11:18… She is still mute…
S
I like the title (THE WORDLESS TUNE). You are very talented and adorable.
A.
beautiful as an art work, as a painting
H.
… and ur comment was posted at 11:11
thank you my anonymous friends 🙂
s
Beautiful & Pure!!! Keep up Shadan