This sleepiness continues
To pull upon my fire warmed socks,
Rolling up through my elbows
And following the little trails
Weaving their way up and around
A newly dusted forest floor,
Into my dreams.
This sleepiness continues
To pull upon my fire warmed socks,
Rolling up through my elbows
And following the little trails
Weaving their way up and around
A newly dusted forest floor,
Into my dreams.