The violet lining of a thunder cloud
The smell of it
i walked in the garden and what did i see?
fresh
You say you are quiet because you lack food
I delight
left, right, left was the pace of my steps
as i
I look into your eyes of blue
The eyes through which
she walks around the corner
her heart small and tight as
If I tried to see
Everything around me
If I tried to
she is so soft on this summer morning
church bells ring,
I wasn't surprised when you burst
Through the door crying
For days
She was a white girl with red eyes
She had a
Sister, how come you won't admit,
That you're beautiful and that
won't you come over?
we'll have a cup of tea
and you
Well her face seemed genuine
As she asked how I was
I feel like I have been looking so long
So long,
Hear a knock at my back door
Hesitate as it scrapes
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