babbling.
If and only when despite the sun, being cold and a little forgotten, the blood red moon, shines with a desperation, and the walking feet, underneath a breath and the breadth of a forgotten stream, look at the sky in wonderment.
If and only when despite the sun, being cold and a little forgotten, the blood red moon, shines with a desperation, and the walking feet, underneath a breath and the breadth of a forgotten stream, look at the sky in wonderment.
