
-wich save me-
I felt like a rock under the shock of your knock!
for give the power of forgive
for get the flower and get off to the powder
and those iridiscent shower of memories recieve
the center of my earth, only mine, doesn't stop to tell stories
lets go fire from my eyes, unstoppable
sometimes like a river
anytimes of silver, anotherones of lead or plums or feathers
and of leaves, forever




