maleonpyg
08-30-2011, 04:24 AM
When a gale is passing through this stage of sorrow,
the street-lining trees, hence, start dancing
wildly, like there's no tomorrow,
like young girls on the loose, shaking
off their leaves like pieces of clothing.
Don't snicker when they're getting drunk,
or lying naked on the ground,
for spring is gone, summer is almost done,
and how many good times left are still unknown.
the street-lining trees, hence, start dancing
wildly, like there's no tomorrow,
like young girls on the loose, shaking
off their leaves like pieces of clothing.
Don't snicker when they're getting drunk,
or lying naked on the ground,
for spring is gone, summer is almost done,
and how many good times left are still unknown.