miyako73
07-23-2012, 07:23 AM
I count the trees,
Mark the rocks,
The crossing roads.
I do not feel
The pity of rain
On my sad face.
Still I lose my ways,
My self, my being;
I vanish with the sun.
Mark the rocks,
The crossing roads.
I do not feel
The pity of rain
On my sad face.
Still I lose my ways,
My self, my being;
I vanish with the sun.