The Morning
A warm rush of peace flows slightly thru your veins
As the blackbird call sounds softly from the courtyard birch
The loads of life not yet on your shoulders
But a quietly touch of childhood in your heart
As the blackbird call sounds softly from the courtyard birch
The loads of life not yet on your shoulders
But a quietly touch of childhood in your heart
Ronnie Pilgrim - 25. Jun, 12:11