In a bed Eyes are closed but I feel the floor Leaves are dead In my mind their full contour formed, coarse and gleaming I see what I can't see Soft delight Yellow squares consistently
Tinge of spring Ambidextrous and textural Skill to fling Bonded language describes the tree Feeling human Broken harness of sight divides Leaves are dead In my mind the full contour liesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
