The palms of the tropics,
Will clap if yu want to.
An image unsought.
Light rays burnt.
committed to physical memory,
reflecting the times,
the tide.
She asked,
"How do yu know it's an eagle, baby?"
Without a doubt in this world,
his lips formed in simple,
"Eagle flies higher than all the rest.
Carries man's prayers to heaven."
As the beat carries on.
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
The palms of the tropics,
Will clap if yu want to.
An image unsought.
Light rays burnt.
committed to physical memory,
reflecting the times,
the tide.
She asked,
"How do yu know it's an eagle, baby?"
Without a doubt in this world,
his lips formed in simple,
"Eagle flies higher than all the rest.
Carries man's prayers to heaven."
As the beat carries on.
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