Nights in our desert were clear and cold.I can't forget, I'm not so oldthese misty skies speak a different tonguelashing out from cloudy moulds I can't forget, I'm not so oldstormy skies are one of a kindlashing out from cloudy mouldsI'm not old, but I lose my mind stormy skies are one of a kindnights … Continue reading Stormy skies
Stormy skies
