Today I began to write in verse
Not as frightening as new ages
Anxious while the emptying
I will be the sand on your nose
And the damp air from the nostrils
The falling golden, gentle leaves
I will welcome sadness
As I welcome innocent wonder
And fall dreaming in your arms
And fall dreaming in your arms
Today I began to write in verse
Not as frightening as new ages
Anxious while the emptying
I will be the sand on your nose
And the damp air from the nostrils
Falling golden, gentle leaves
I will welcome sadness
As I welcome innocent wonder
And fall dreaming in your arms
And fall dreaming in your arms
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