concrete and able
Oh to see the distant gaze, is not enough for me: Shotgun and feather.
I need the fire on the mountain, leveling the summer brush.
The force of palms and rough.
The lift and rise running to the quiet sloped fallow.
I need the single burn
to clear this hang over haze.
I need the fire on the mountain, leveling the summer brush.
The force of palms and rough.
The lift and rise running to the quiet sloped fallow.
I need the single burn
to clear this hang over haze.