April dribbles - 30
After the words have dripped
From leaves of love to loamy ground
And sound still fades
After the memory ripped
Is sentence filling spilling out
My weary brain
After the thought is gone
And on and on the wheels go round
Well then I’ll say
Hope sips its promise
After.
From leaves of love to loamy ground
And sound still fades
After the memory ripped
Is sentence filling spilling out
My weary brain
After the thought is gone
And on and on the wheels go round
Well then I’ll say
Hope sips its promise
After.
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