Ain’t it just like beauty,
that bronze angel,
with black dreadlocks.
To show me a trick.
A living fossil one minute.
Then a magical happening.
A symphony falling in blue,
unique in something necessary.
Norwegian Wood
Ain’t it just like beauty,
that bronze angel,
with black dreadlocks.
To show me a trick.
A living fossil one minute.
Then a magical happening.
A symphony falling in blue,
unique in something necessary.
A Wandering Poet 