Friday Dusk
Friday dusk and the wind is cutting loose With a thirsting for earthy wine it goes Twirling the neon dust of avenues Coiling the underbrush of starbirth It is going to burst In… Continue reading
Friday dusk and the wind is cutting loose With a thirsting for earthy wine it goes Twirling the neon dust of avenues Coiling the underbrush of starbirth It is going to burst In… Continue reading
In the light of the sun I raise up my shadow from the grass To float the world will I Build my wings of glass Blown from the sand where lovers walk Filled… Continue reading