Ask this river
To come to a standstill?
Demand for the sun
To hide?
You may.
But
My thoughts,
Like dandelion seeds,
Float
From a music box
Through an open window.
To come to a standstill?
Demand for the sun
To hide?
You may.
But
My thoughts,
Like dandelion seeds,
Float
From a music box
Through an open window.
Copyright 2010 Alain Millon