Naked feet dance with blades of grass.
stuff written by jg
T H E M E S
alphabet fishing
creek songs or love strummed through the leaves
fruit
the whale
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Hiding Place
Hey, hey, hey
How have you been?
I miss your face
Let's plant some seeds
And hold hands while we walk into the ocean
To wash the past away
And maybe possibly drown in the current.
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