these empty words
in blinding clouds
in an old door
in a crumpled bed sheet
in bridging hearts
irritating
soft camouflage in the eyes
lingers in vain
whispering wind
laughing out loud
without a word
without a name
of you
-Novia, 2014-
*an eternal memory
these empty words
in blinding clouds
in an old door
in a crumpled bed sheet
in bridging hearts
irritating
soft camouflage in the eyes
lingers in vain
whispering wind
laughing out loud
without a word
without a name
of you
-Novia, 2014-