November 26, 2009
As it is for the newborn So it is for the dead That life goes on And lingering is regret —- 0 —-
November 16, 2009
In the morning I came from the sea I came to see If you still liked to be free In the evening I think of my years Battling those waves And now I’m all grey I came from the sea Stole your clothes Brought it out with me I came from the sea Stole your [...]