A night to remember
When your soul could be lost
And everything you owned and loved torn away
With not one that could understand
Standing here
Staring there
Into the dusk
Holding the persimmon
Figuring what good it will bring
You take your backpack and begin a walk
Holding the persimmon for good luck
When your soul could be lost
And everything you owned and loved torn away
With not one that could understand
Standing here
Staring there
Into the dusk
Holding the persimmon
Figuring what good it will bring
You take your backpack and begin a walk
Holding the persimmon for good luck
1 comment:
Just gorgeous, the whole thing.
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