Let the sun stand still,
but not this love—
born of the heavens and genuine—
that nothing confines.
And must the leaves wither?
They will not halt this love—
born of the subconscious,
born immense.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
welkin siskin
Let the sun stand still,
but not this love—
born of the heavens and genuine—
that nothing confines.
And must the leaves wither?
They will not halt this love—
born of the subconscious,
born immense.
Copyright: Welkin Siskin
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