Jul 2019
The time might seem
To fly
When the memory dissipates into thin air into a fugue
When time went
To fly
We left like birds from a red sky in the vagrant sky
To fly
When the memory dissipates into thin air into a fugue
When time went
To fly
We left like birds from a red sky in the vagrant sky
The fire in the town
Hall was cream-colored
And the blues was in the frenzied air
Hall was cream-colored
And the blues was in the frenzied air
