Our soles are wet
piercing blades
her hand warm
my hand hers
gate creeks open
enter the yard
she's here now
without a fight
lay among the stones
need to rest
soak up the dead
feel energy blessed
Our soles are wet
piercing blades
her hand warm
my hand hers
gate creeks open
enter the yard
she's here now
without a fight
lay among the stones
need to rest
soak up the dead
feel energy blessed
Last edited by CircleC; 20-10-05 at 10:23 AM.
Sniff first, then scratch.