my hand,
a few inches above your shoulder, a gesture,
a hesitation, a tired bird looking for a nest.
How infinitely close the Earth is to her beloved Sun.
How infinitely far you are to my uncertain touch.
in these quiet small hours of the night
my hand,
a few inches above your shoulder, a gesture,
a hesitation, a tired bird looking for a nest.
How infinitely close the Earth is to her beloved Sun.
How infinitely far you are to my uncertain touch.