every spring rain
By kevin
the soft tree songs my eyes fill with their sad melody the earth moans ear to breast, I hear it's low sigh my moon wanes existence flickers - still, I disbelieve the twisted silence of souls turned away from the sky life amidst death; my hope: within that always-songTHIS is why I am depressed :) Written August 17th, 2001 © on May 14 2001 11:00 AM PST, Kevin Watt 0 • 1
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"the soft tree songs..."