Ida, My - Annuals
Chords
And coins
And restless poems end up
Slander
When my baby is born
There will surely be a lasting shore
When my baby is born
There will surely be a lasting shore
Listless birds perch in soft
Green herds
Tickling the wind
And with fall they will sleep with parched
Swollen throats
And I've
I've done nothing
But
With spring
I will propagate their thirst to blinding eyes
To blinding eyes
Blinding eyes
Blinding eyes
Planting seeds can't be the only way
The only way
Planting seeds be the only way out
Planting seeds can't be the only way
To find a simple day
A simpler way
Planting seeds can't be the only way
To find a simple day
A simpler way
