2218
7.26
26.i.26
day shakes
me
if I have it loud
grab at
if all the woes blast
there’s world of
and there’s where I am
far midst
haul around cloud
as with the music come for
me
as walk into the picture
words then
you could think here all
along
try to trick out of
let trees rise, wings
let windows fill with song
what’s to be done?
something must be
it’s what a weight, this sky
we’re repainting
someone must
I’m shoulder to it
aren’t you?
just wondering what wheel?
No comments:
Post a Comment
Note: only a member of this blog may post a comment.