Apex Farmer

Peter Koppes

You must have thought that I made it
 all up
But you don't understand

It's times like these that I think 
of her
A breezy essence floats on my memory
Coming and fading like the fleeting smiles Blissful wonder and serenity A mirror for my self-preservation Playground of my rambling search But now that she is gone I see the echo of her in the eyes of others And a deep breath escapes my lips At the distance between sisters and brothers
Composição: Peter KoppesColaboração e revisão: Cristina Pacheco

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