Moon owe rise
but return - Toasting
Giving the blanket from being homeless to home...
The eclipse is here !
Watering lakes with honey - And lilies,
Thee, My darling - My beholder, The witness
Fetching and feeding amusing bees -
Where we belong -

Sew the sea grooves -
From sea to - Sea
There's no flood - But in a state of a Delusional.
Without boarding - holding hands at midnights
Arriving to narrow streets
A river -
Lubricate the eyes - quit umbrella.
To an eclipse - that feeds echoes
I do just look at the star on my side
because you are everything to me
The path of my heart -
And our trip is worth.
© E.