miyabird:

Series : The Dancing Thoughts  Last night, I slept on a parched soil  And danced among the dust of this world, the wind whispered, When you were born, you had a sunflower eyes and fitted right inside your father’s palm. And they wondered for years  How love, lust and desire had turn itself into a dust,  A dust that breathes in the air and circles in the dark.queendandelionmiyabird

miyabird:

Series : The Dancing Thoughts

Last night, I slept on a parched soil
And danced among the dust of this world, the wind whispered,
When you were born, you had a sunflower eyes and fitted right inside your father’s palm.
And they wondered for years
How love, lust and desire had turn itself into a dust,
A dust that breathes in the air and circles in the dark.
queendandelion
miyabird