I imagine,
with every stroke of the brush
i dust the wind off your lips
I imagine,
The wind will carry words ,
words ringing like bells.
I imagine,
When the bells ring,
it will be my call.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 10:49 AM UTC
I imagine,
with every stroke of the brush
i dust the wind off your lips
I imagine,
The wind will carry words ,
words ringing like bells.
I imagine,
When the bells ring,
it will be my call.