Jan 2021
I seek the meadow within—
It lies there covered in mud.
It’s fragrance of the June summer,
My, how I wish we could meet more often.
I run my hand through you,
Your everlasting green,
And drink your blue.
Crystal coast you seem to be,
I’ll forever run with you.
It lies there covered in mud.
It’s fragrance of the June summer,
My, how I wish we could meet more often.
I run my hand through you,
Your everlasting green,
And drink your blue.
Crystal coast you seem to be,
I’ll forever run with you.
I wish I could be with my meadow all the time, but it seems depression takes over my mind.
