The dance
Only shores fade decade
but I stay by my feet,
and the waves that now roar
take a spin to its chest
by the nurture of breeze.
Will we dance again someday
beneath the shout
of our rejected lane?
Only shores fade decade
but I stay by my feet,
and the waves that now roar
take a spin to its chest
by the nurture of breeze.
Will we dance again someday
beneath the shout
of our rejected lane?
Lynne dijo:
Noviembre 11, 2008 a 10:07 am
Great work.