they look into each others eyes and
roots sink deep in the after-glow
in the blink of an eye
waggons roll in front of you
and whoes to say it doesnt have its
place
you’ve seen them the strange ones
who in the bilnk of an eye
are open to all those
found in crammed places
there also waggons roll but outwards
to open windows.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC
they look into each others eyes and
roots sink deep in the after-glow
in the blink of an eye
waggons roll in front of you
and whoes to say it doesnt have its
place
you’ve seen them the strange ones
who in the bilnk of an eye
are open to all those
found in crammed places
there also waggons roll but outwards
to open windows.
2nd draft removed the sentimental lines