He talks like he owns the sky
Speaks to the stars and
Controls the rotating planets
In his voice I hear
Inflexions of lies,
But my mind is caught by
The poetry in his gestures
The scent of rain and the hope he'll bring me
Sunshine.
The downpour is never ending but still
I hope.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 5:19 AM UTC
He talks like he owns the sky
Speaks to the stars and
Controls the rotating planets
In his voice I hear
Inflexions of lies,
But my mind is caught by
The poetry in his gestures
The scent of rain and the hope he'll bring me
Sunshine.
The downpour is never ending but still
I hope.
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