love, you are like weed…
that grows in the hardest soils.
to show that love…oh love
is possible during
madness and chaos
and melancholic grey shades.
our thoughts collide,
from a galaxies of dreams
only dreamer understands…
your heart is where the wild flowers grows….
our moment written on my heart…
because we know like seeds that buried in darkness of lives,
blooms…beauty from the purest love,
and we vow,
that life… as humble as it is,
is always a new day,
to love and be loved again.
26 NoV | 2015 – ili @_bungarumput