Of small concern
Ahem.
And the birds would sing in keys of blue
choruses overhead ringing in our unborn ears
of anthems birthing rhythmic ostinato
sevenths major, all abound.
Is there even a single soul searching the wreck of these waves?
And the birds would sing in keys of blue
choruses overhead ringing in our unborn ears
of anthems birthing rhythmic ostinato
sevenths major, all abound.
Is there even a single soul searching the wreck of these waves?