Nostalgic space

The leaves go soft flowing
Carried by the river to the ends of the eye

And I began to fear borne of love
Inhaling miss u

Hollow and he touched my path
Oh feels warm in my hearth
I held tightly and crash the time

I Never hesitate  and pobud remember
Cast your eyes and warm touch
I was scared when looking for meaning
Grow a sense that broken hearth


You come and go oh so alone
I accept that

Eyes closed and heart murmured
In the room we meet longing