Something in a voice and marble eyes makes me listen to her stories and crave..
Waking up in the morning like after a night out, still hearing that music in my head.. oh we danced so much in my dream.. still feeling skin touch and hands..
Rain hits the roof like hundreds of little drummers following your heartbeat, birds singing and shallow water in my blood cells..
She stays longer and tells me another story: “Once upon a time one girl went to а forest to find a fern flower and felt in love every day since that”..