Rumbling skies they are creeping over,
Black hands, they are making me feel colder
Its not even sadness, its another matter
Its a pair of dog tinted spectacles..
And I'm afraid of the bark.
Rumbling skies they are creeping over,
Black hands, they are making me feel colder
Its not even sadness, its another matter
Its a pair of dog tinted spectacles..
And I'm afraid of the bark.
D.Brady
Belongs to the category of Shivering Verses
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