Pulchritudinous
Deep, ritch darkness
Of bewitching August nights
Shines through those windows.
I soak it up like a spell,
A coldness of a morning shower.
It is true what they say -
Stars are indeed closer.
When they're in your eyes.

Deep, ritch darkness
Of bewitching August nights
Shines through those windows.
I soak it up like a spell,
A coldness of a morning shower.
It is true what they say -
Stars are indeed closer.
When they're in your eyes.