I like to dance In the spotlight of moonlight With the sky decorated with snow. The fireflies create the melody And the wind starts to blow. My shadow holds me by the waist As I try to go with the flow. It pulls me closer I smile shyly, oh!

Where do we go from here? You ask As I stand bent tying my shoes Dusk descends you say Rest we must What’s the point? I say we started with lethargy in our bones, anyway. Where do we go from here? you say as we sit there drinking in the aged sunlight in solitude Where Read more…