In days of mud and rust
The clean rain falls (in droplets)
Into my eyes (and down our throats)
Our eyes
Will catch every living (and non living)
Thing
As a piece of magic
A fleck of stardust on the horizon
A spark of energy beaming from our lives
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:53 AM UTC
In days of mud and rust
The clean rain falls (in droplets)
Into my eyes (and down our throats)
Our eyes
Will catch every living (and non living)
Thing
As a piece of magic
A fleck of stardust on the horizon
A spark of energy beaming from our lives
Thanks to Ashley L for your writing advice.