I stopped by the shadow of the sun.
It was warm there and the thoughts were circling around the unfinished song.
I did not understand its words.
Unfinished letters should’ve I said?
Or maybe just words which are just waiting to be told?
And I kept standing by the shadow of the sun without remembering why I did it.
I was playing with its rays (flighty otherwise)
But they did not care that I touched them with my fingers full of the sadness of unfinished desires…
Or maybe with the hope of barely started desires…
Or maybe simple desires but full of love…
I do not remember why I did it.
I stopped by the shadow of the sun already loving the unfinished song
or maybe not even written …