Yeh spring
Yeh love-
bright shinin
sweet heat.
Yeh spring
Yeh love-
stormy days
rains beat.
whatzit? whatzit? whatzit? whatzit?
doin to me?
prying open my seeds-
singin songs to be free-
let the flowers romance
until fruit bends the branch.
Yeh spring,
Yeh love-
bright shinin
sweet heat.
Yeh spring
Yeah love-
stormy days
rains beat.
Yeh spring
Yeh love-
Yeh spring
Yeh love-
Yeh love-
Yeh love-
Yeh love.
-by Terra Rafael
No comments:
Post a Comment