Mirror
I will fly in a rainy sky,
Far, under the yellow sun.
I wish I cut the canvas that joined us,
But, it was you.
No more kisses,
Just strangers.
We were not the reflect
That we would like to see in the lake.
Foto: Carlos Valdez
Mirror
I will fly in a rainy sky,
Far, under the yellow sun.
I wish I cut the canvas that joined us,
But, it was you.
No more kisses,
Just strangers.
We were not the reflect
That we would like to see in the lake.
Foto: Carlos Valdez