I hear Linville whisper
as I scout the valley
the winds holler echos
throughout the caverns
of styles long forgotten,
this cave's patterns baffle.
I ride a white stallion
around stalagmite castles
in remembrance of the decor
that time had once fashioned.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 3:08 PM UTC
I hear Linville whisper
as I scout the valley
the winds holler echos
throughout the caverns
of styles long forgotten,
this cave's patterns baffle.
I ride a white stallion
around stalagmite castles
in remembrance of the decor
that time had once fashioned.