Jun 2015
Water ripples and metal clangs,
against my stones throw.
The rock can weather me? Oh what an ironic chunk of destiny.
But if I remain to dampen my roots,
two boots in size they'll grow.
against my stones throw.
The rock can weather me? Oh what an ironic chunk of destiny.
But if I remain to dampen my roots,
two boots in size they'll grow.
The inconsistency and awkward motions that life consists of
