Shai Erlichman
Mornings When
There are mornings when the light comes in two beams, yeah, the light does spread outHow it spills into my skin is the lovely part, I will sit and feel what belongsKitchen, kitchen when I turn aroundSip some juice and break off a piece of breadI will sit and feel what is goneKitchen, kitchen when I touch the ground
From Letras Mania