If we could go shining
glinting gold off water
far and flying, doves
words would never falter
only sweet, to sing of home
falling gently from soft reddened lips
then we as flowers would ever bloom like song
Blooming
If we could go shining
glinting gold off water
far and flying, doves
words would never falter
only sweet, to sing of home
falling gently from soft reddened lips
then we as flowers would ever bloom like song
Blooming