The long, low, sharp shadows
fall into my eyes
days get short
the temps refuse to fall
like the rain I’m missing
a bird who wont return home today
life passing
orbits of planets & stars conspiring
again & again
The long, low, sharp shadows
fall into my eyes
days get short
the temps refuse to fall
like the rain I’m missing
a bird who wont return home today
life passing
orbits of planets & stars conspiring
again & again