To ignore the desert winds,
the beckoning of glittering gourges
and dreams of melting rocks
turning to storms of steam.
The doctor worries for me,
my lungs are filled with sand castles
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
To ignore the desert winds,
the beckoning of glittering gourges
and dreams of melting rocks
turning to storms of steam.
The doctor worries for me,
my lungs are filled with sand castles
