Sep 2018
On my face
quickened pace
The West Wind
Blows me all
over the place.
It lifts me high
into the air,
A temple a chalice
Nothing Compares
quickened pace
The West Wind
Blows me all
over the place.
It lifts me high
into the air,
A temple a chalice
Nothing Compares
For the Queen Bee, my squeeze
