The clouds are floating south
a white dot, stops still
a constant in the silent
humming burring darkness
I can’t see tomorrow
but I can still hear today
the clouds are floating south
across this navy fray
The clouds are floating south
a white dot, stops still
a constant in the silent
humming burring darkness
I can’t see tomorrow
but I can still hear today
the clouds are floating south
across this navy fray