I observe
The parallel lines walked so far
With an empty stomach;
Every now and then I dust the buds
Which grow on my back and I know
There is no sign of the promised sun
But the hunger will make the day
Look brighter.
I observe
The parallel lines walked so far
With an empty stomach;
Every now and then I dust the buds
Which grow on my back and I know
There is no sign of the promised sun
But the hunger will make the day
Look brighter.