To all who have ever been kind to me, curious, or even in disagreement but willing to debate. Right outside this lazy summer home you dont have time to call your soul a critic, no Right outside the lazy gate of winters summer home Wondering where the nut-hatch winters Wings a mile long just carried the bird away Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the World The heart has its beaches, its homeland and thoughts of its own Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings The heart has its seasons its evenings and songs of its own
Posted on: Wed, 17 Sep 2014 19:01:04 +0000