I am gone
Down a steep embankment
Flickering hope
That condescends my misery
Allowing vapor trails
To wipe my smile
Free of the golden rod
That have taken to growing
Around my rooted toes.
I am gone
Down a steep embankment
Flickering hope
That condescends my misery
Allowing vapor trails
To wipe my smile
Free of the golden rod
That have taken to growing
Around my rooted toes.