• nonpareil_numen 6w


    We are tied,
    till the breeze blows freely
    and the sky holds its breath,
    till the earth remains balanced
    and the god holds his wrath,
    till the rivers aren’t outflown
    by the magma underneath,
    till the humans remain humane
    and our love has its depth,
    yes, till the sky holds its breath,
    Cause we are meant to be tied, nonetheless.