Jul 2017
My mind
Makes a search
For the lost day
That was either gold
Or just the dust
Hinges on
What we get tomorrow
And the heart
Plays upon piano
To call that back
Like a cow
To her fawn
In the Street
Makes a search
For the lost day
That was either gold
Or just the dust
Hinges on
What we get tomorrow
And the heart
Plays upon piano
To call that back
Like a cow
To her fawn
In the Street
