wedded
In the realm of modernity's sway, The idealist dances in disarray, Lost in a world of concrete dreams, Where reality's seams burst at the seams.
By lslsppas2 months ago in Art
In the heart of the city, where the buildings scrape the sky And the streets are filled with the hustle and bustle of life
I was riding a blind horse with a limp, Whip into the night; - Whip into the night, I'm riding a blind horse with a limp!
By lslsppas3 months ago in Art
If I were a snowflake, Dashing in the air, I must find my way -- Flying, flying, flying, There are directions for me on this ground.
Gently I walked away, As I came gently; I waved softly, Say goodbye to the clouds in the west. The golden willows by the river,