Under Ground
She brings
Life to the end of the tunnel
A torch to hide from shadows
Feet to frollick in the rain
Softest musics to my tired brain.
Bell rings
In a house made of velvet and oak
All dressed up but now she is broke
Like my heart as I stare through the rain
Saddest musings in my tired brain.
Dirt sings
Hollow and dark like a tunnel
She's hiding in the shadows
And grass dancing in the rain
Softest musics, I visit her again.
Saturday, May 03, 2008
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