One year down I would dare anyone to pin it to their coat violet town by the dam, brittle shell the mountain bereft by a tiny ravine
and oh the sweet incline white wash, black ice white winking black diamonds
waver at the summit and below on back to you wine soaked eyes in a cognac garden an awning, ornate in an ivy bound dream
and oh you're lovely there one foot through my windowsill wild lavender at my doorway
holy smoke! filling up the avenue the clutter we burnt in my yard orchards groan with the weight of oranges how a pine leans with the weight of what's blossomed and beenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
