My vision grows thin
as I walk away
I look to see you again
When I sleep
upon the lost shore
nevermore
Tag: hills
Hills
across the clouds
the hills wait
as the road winds down
intently I feel the need
to be apart of it all
and without understanding
take nothing away from it
Tuscan Clouds
over the hills
the clouds again
before night draws in
across the plain
when each and all
are drawn in
you can see them
