Fresh dew on fallen leaves
The smell of burning pine
Sunlight begins to crest over the hill
Enveloped in routine I hardly notice
A rabbit not far away
As peaceful as a cherub
Hidden between the brush
Fresh dew on fallen leaves
The smell of burning pine
Sunlight begins to crest over the hill
Enveloped in routine I hardly notice
A rabbit not far away
As peaceful as a cherub
Hidden between the brush
Little childYou run in the streetI will crash my car Aware of the dangersOnly me in a sea of cars I hold you as you wiggleBut the cars pass People don't have the timeFor youLittle child You can't speakTo tell your storyBut to me little childYou are a pearl A black...
You sit there and crySqueezing your handstears on your cheeks I wishI couldMake the painGo away I wishI couldTell youIt makes you stronger But I can'tLie to you
Stopping at the storeTo pass the timeBroken wheelsAnd cold handsLines forever long Brilliant little flowers everywhereDripping dewRolling crystalline coreShattered in space Walk hand and handStroll around the stonesFind the centerRetrace An unknown rainstormCatching...
This one is very comfy 🙂