at the dusk of day when tired are limbs I turn to you
but tired you are tooat the dawn of night when cold is out I turn to you
and cold you are tooat the rise of tides when time is short I turn to you
but timed you are tooat the edge of brinks when tears are loved I turned to you
and loved you are, still.
3 comments:
Wow, this is a good one, Tiz. I sort of deciphered what you mean.
R
and loved you will be
for tire, cold nor tears won't bring me to my knees
ah kamu,
lg melow ya bo?
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