Awise
I feel the old light The humble break of the day I feel the young laughter That’s gone whispered, away. I feel the old hunger The new yearning, the lust The itch that keeps coming From night dawn, to young dusk. Wise River, MT – June 2013
I feel the old light The humble break of the day I feel the young laughter That’s gone whispered, away. I feel the old hunger The new yearning, the lust The itch that keeps coming From night dawn, to young dusk. Wise River, MT – June 2013