Do you hear the trees that talk in whispers
see the leaves that fall as spears
can you feel the mountains breathe?
I am ice in flowing rivers on a journey to the sea
Spring came early
and
fooled me
drip
drip
fall off the ledge and off on this trip of a lifetime
my life's fine
I'm just melting.
Swearing to God doesn't help me
the sea rises up before me
and I
disappear.
Next year
I'll be ready.
Nov 7, 2016
Nov 7, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
Do you hear the trees that talk in whispers
see the leaves that fall as spears
can you feel the mountains breathe?
I am ice in flowing rivers on a journey to the sea
Spring came early
and
fooled me
drip
drip
fall off the ledge and off on this trip of a lifetime
my life's fine
I'm just melting.
Swearing to God doesn't help me
the sea rises up before me
and I
disappear.
Next year
I'll be ready.
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