Thursday, April 30, 2009

roosters and dresses

Fog is everywhere
the rain, I don't mind

The evolution, and hand written's all good

See through, your eyes
Hearts are aching
Contact is fleeting

Just sitting, chatting
Chit chatting - cause it's what we do

The music is always there,
and it is GOOD

Coulda shoulda woulda


1 comment:

Anne said...

What the hell does that all mean?!