That sweet dayTo see you again
Is the air I constantly breathe;
My oxygen to live.
BINABASA MO ANG
inked.
PoetryJust some random thoughts in my mind, felt by the heart and inked on paper by my hands to make these not-so-nice poems for the soul. matry.lang.
Oxygen
That sweet dayTo see you again
Is the air I constantly breathe;
My oxygen to live.