in a mental december haze
looking out the window for my love.
it's the falling season
of motions in the leaves that gather around
and cover the ground,
and the lost road now belongs
to those whose feet wander around
not searching for nothing,
yet finders of all that is worth.
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC
in a mental december haze
looking out the window for my love.
it's the falling season
of motions in the leaves that gather around
and cover the ground,
and the lost road now belongs
to those whose feet wander around
not searching for nothing,
yet finders of all that is worth.