You were a tiny fish
in the pitcher of my sentiment.
I freed you ,
to return to the sea
You become the sea.
I destine to forget you
But
The sound of your waves
always screams
your presence…
You were a tiny fish
in the pitcher of my sentiment.
I freed you ,
to return to the sea
You become the sea.
I destine to forget you
But
The sound of your waves
always screams
your presence…