To smell the sun,
and feel the wind.
That is something.
Come on, sit down
on my knees.
I will tell you
of seasons of discord.
And how an island girl,
and a poet,
ran into the sea.
Dropping onto the world.
For a pleasure new.
House of fun
To smell the sun,
and feel the wind.
That is something.
Come on, sit down
on my knees.
I will tell you
of seasons of discord.
And how an island girl,
and a poet,
ran into the sea.
Dropping onto the world.
For a pleasure new.
A Wandering Poet 