Fire in the sky long awaits the tears of the great spirit to wash free the painful smoke that lingers in the trees and smothers the leaves of our branches, retiring the ones that have lived, to da ground, leaving a whistling tune, a sound and new chances our mother nourishes and dances
Jul 20, 2013
Jul 20, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC
Fire in the sky long awaits the tears of the great spirit to wash free the painful smoke that lingers in the trees and smothers the leaves of our branches, retiring the ones that have lived, to da ground, leaving a whistling tune, a sound and new chances our mother nourishes and dances
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