05-08-2013, 07:32 PM
In the glum grey gloom
of a cold spring morning
I hear raindrops fall.
Luxurious bark,
the vast expansive branches,
lofty ascension.
Long before sunrise
through a window in the clouds,
the turquoise twilight.
In the sweet Morning
I walk around the garden
inhaling the bliss.
of a cold spring morning
I hear raindrops fall.
Luxurious bark,
the vast expansive branches,
lofty ascension.
Long before sunrise
through a window in the clouds,
the turquoise twilight.
In the sweet Morning
I walk around the garden
inhaling the bliss.
wae aye man ye radgie