Feeling
Posted: Thu Oct 27, 2011 8:42 pm
I see a cold, wintered sun
I feel no afterglow
The meadow of my day
Lies flat across my feelings
Tell me, was Rape-seed 'forced' to grow.
I feel no afterglow
The meadow of my day
Lies flat across my feelings
Tell me, was Rape-seed 'forced' to grow.