the weight of isolated air
the night air is heavy coating my lungs in regretthat colors the tone of my voice in gravel all that was beautiful was always twistedbut not every twisted branch holds beauty air cooled by moonlight…
the night air is heavy coating my lungs in regretthat colors the tone of my voice in gravel all that was beautiful was always twistedbut not every twisted branch holds beauty air cooled by moonlight…
Oh, how the new day dawnsIn lavender hues of beautiful.Tired eyes renewed by the splendor.As it stretches to peer over the horizon,The sun grins Good Morning.As I bid Good Night copyright©PrttyBrd 12/06/2010 30w
Tell meWhisper in my earThe love in your heartShow meOpen affectionIn the face of allLove meOut loud 62916 24w