I gaze at the blue skya freedom penetratingwings of black doveI tastesun rays, melting in my moutha desire for salvation lifting my feet of the ground..
Street lamp is glowing over the tree topsbranches dancing on the light windforming a lively shadow on the concreteA grandpa is caring his grandchild i..
.... Somewhere ...in the third world... I lay ...on a concrete... that`s a path to the wild windnightis ruthless, fangs are out... the bite ...freezin..
Blue was her color that mornin`I followed with my black right after my yawnin`She put a tea on the stoveI was in our bed, hearken a steam in my soulTh..