Jun 2015
I write the same
old, nothing new,
like:
The sky is blue; not
how the ocean is too.
My melodic tune, and
yours a harmonic half-step
shift flows,
going brightly—as sunlight
glows into moonlight
old, nothing new,
like:
The sky is blue; not
how the ocean is too.
My melodic tune, and
yours a harmonic half-step
shift flows,
going brightly—as sunlight
glows into moonlight
