But I still find my way
through words and poetry,
through the strokes of my brush,
through the swaying of the notes
I've even never heard of,
dancing through the midnight grey
while waiting for a new day
to dawn.
Dec 29, 2020
Dec 29, 2020 at 1:57 PM UTC
But I still find my way
through words and poetry,
through the strokes of my brush,
through the swaying of the notes
I've even never heard of,
dancing through the midnight grey
while waiting for a new day
to dawn.