You, my pal
Who has years of yarns taped to your cap
"The best foals are nurtured and do not reek or trill,"
You said as we sat on sleek sand dunes
Warming up our thoughts
As they streaked like coloured candy
In the skies of our mind.
You, my pal
Who has years of yarns taped to your cap
"The best foals are nurtured and do not reek or trill,"
You said as we sat on sleek sand dunes
Warming up our thoughts
As they streaked like coloured candy
In the skies of our mind.
You, my pal
Who has years of yarns taped to your cap
"The best foals are nurtured and do not reek or trill,"
You said as we sat on sleek sand dunes
Warming up our thoughts
As they streaked like coloured candy
In the skies of our mind.
