(no subject)
I hear your name in the rustle of the wind,
in a dream of a gale that never ever ends,
transient seeds blowin' in the breeze, rotating all of the worlds degrees,
true love growing limbs and leave, ten feet tall and acorns fall...
everywhere.
in a dream of a gale that never ever ends,
transient seeds blowin' in the breeze, rotating all of the worlds degrees,
true love growing limbs and leave, ten feet tall and acorns fall...
everywhere.