one side of my face
warmed by the overhead sun
the other
cooled by a gentle breeze
what pleasures whose gifts
are these
how long have you been
blowin thru the trees
like some unspoken message
rustlin the leaves
warmed by the overhead sun
the other
cooled by a gentle breeze
what pleasures whose gifts
are these
how long have you been
blowin thru the trees
like some unspoken message
rustlin the leaves
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