May 2015
The evening creeps like death;
Slowly......slowly
Until you feel its cold breath
-But morning comes in a dance,
Quick, quick, slow
To break you from evenings trance
And give you another chance
And all to the sound of birds.
Slowly......slowly
Until you feel its cold breath
-But morning comes in a dance,
Quick, quick, slow
To break you from evenings trance
And give you another chance
And all to the sound of birds.
