The tops of trees receive it first
Our ears receive it second
It falls upon our ready flesh
As we embrace the natural tears
Our ears receive it second
With its hollow splat
As we embrace the natural tears
That braze our sapphire veins
With its hollow splat
It scents the breaths of winds
that braze our sapphire veins
The placid rhythm of the rains.
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
The tops of trees receive it first
Our ears receive it second
It falls upon our ready flesh
As we embrace the natural tears
Our ears receive it second
With its hollow splat
As we embrace the natural tears
That braze our sapphire veins
With its hollow splat
It scents the breaths of winds
that braze our sapphire veins
The placid rhythm of the rains.
