I thought I saw him,
Standing so elegant,
No single expressed whim,
His skin and body vents
Can't smell what he sees,
Only the breeze through the leaves,
A forest fire blazed,
But the tree always stayed
Yeah, I've felt the wind,
And I've heard the birds,
Through the flowers I grinned,
I tasted the words
Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 3:50 AM UTC
I thought I saw him,
Standing so elegant,
No single expressed whim,
His skin and body vents
Can't smell what he sees,
Only the breeze through the leaves,
A forest fire blazed,
But the tree always stayed
Yeah, I've felt the wind,
And I've heard the birds,
Through the flowers I grinned,
I tasted the words
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