Like some old fashioned miracle
that still goes on,
and you are not the first
person in need of something living.
He it was who took his place in the midst of the
fields unfold.
And yawn and stretch and
a womans steel face ... Looking ... Looking.
I think it really, really ought to believe me, I will rise.
The lark sings on. The sun.
Sep 26, 2011
Sep 26, 2011 at 7:19 PM UTC
Like some old fashioned miracle
that still goes on,
and you are not the first
person in need of something living.
He it was who took his place in the midst of the
fields unfold.
And yawn and stretch and
a womans steel face ... Looking ... Looking.
I think it really, really ought to believe me, I will rise.
The lark sings on. The sun.
