Feb 2014
And so it gathers
air in the marrow
like wind in the grass
it's time to go.
Restlessly risen
ready to listen- my dreams
paint murals of nomads
I'll leave with the snow.
air in the marrow
like wind in the grass
it's time to go.
Restlessly risen
ready to listen- my dreams
paint murals of nomads
I'll leave with the snow.
