Feb 12
Come flower child,
Join the rest,
In the autumn fields abloom.
Come flower child,
Join the patch,
In the rolling hills of autumn.
Come flower child,
Lay to rest,
Just like all the others.
Who came to the autumn fields,
Lined with stones.
Join the rest,
In the autumn fields abloom.
Come flower child,
Join the patch,
In the rolling hills of autumn.
Come flower child,
Lay to rest,
Just like all the others.
Who came to the autumn fields,
Lined with stones.
I'm working on my classical styles, trying to learn that depth they had.
