One, two, three, four...

Did you see my face,
on the moon last night?
A recognition, a faith that draws
blood from a singular bite.
What do you see, when
you look into my eyes?
Do you see colours and patterns are
intertwined softly like a sunrise?

Did you see my face, on
the moon last night?
A recognition, a faith that draws
blood from a singular bite.
What do you see, when
you look into my eyes?
Do you see colours and patterns are
intertwined softly like a sunrise?