Love is our cottonwood.
Further I give chase,
Further it strays.
If only it may fall upon my palms,
May I fleetingly hold and sway,
Until Wind takes us,
Far, Far away.
~Robert van Lingen
Love is our cottonwood.
Further I give chase,
Further it strays.
If only it may fall upon my palms,
May I fleetingly hold and sway,
Until Wind takes us,
Far, Far away.
~Robert van Lingen