this rain this sky
this rain, this sky, this morning calm
leaves when i write about it
can't be grasped, only seen
from the morning
always alone
tranquil blotches
and perfect patches
like the skin on those i love
wind blows through souls
and everyone can
let it be.
leaves when i write about it
can't be grasped, only seen
from the morning
always alone
tranquil blotches
and perfect patches
like the skin on those i love
wind blows through souls
and everyone can
let it be.

0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home