Today I began to write in verse
As frightening as new ages
Anxious while the emptying
I will be the sand on [?]
And the damp air from the nostrils
Falling golden, gentle leaves
I will welcome sadness
As I welcome innocent wonder
And fall dreaming in your arms
And fall dreaming in your arms
Today I began to write in verse
As frightening as new ages
Anxious while the emptying
I will be the sand on [?]
And the damp air from the nostrils
Falling golden, gentle leaves
I will welcome sadness
As I welcome innocent wonder
And fall dreaming in your arms
And fall dreaming in your arms