How Much Longer ? (Part II)
until i touch it, when it shines brightly.
until i drag it down to the street below,
when it rolls hardly,
he comes to his home.
your mouth...
moves,
your eyes,
see,
stop them.
i want you to hear it.
by Arash Khosronejad
until i touch it, when it shines brightly.
until i drag it down to the street below,
when it rolls hardly,
he comes to his home.
your mouth...
moves,
your eyes,
see,
stop them.
i want you to hear it.
Posted by Arash at 3:46 PM