At the dawn of morning, the child looks at the sea
The rising tide of light
And the concrete walls
s Clouds 'go in
By pulling the background stars
Looks like he will make clear
may be on the horizon
The child picks up the pieces of plaster
to Torn walls without foundation
The slips into his pocket
Like candy
"It will be tomorrow morning" to him
The rising tide of light
And the concrete walls
s Clouds 'go in
By pulling the background stars
Looks like he will make clear
may be on the horizon
The child picks up the pieces of plaster
to Torn walls without foundation
The slips into his pocket
Like candy
"It will be tomorrow morning" to him
Tilou Flaw: a poorly calibrated heart that beats within his chest .... But no matter because held in His Hand to her ... http://pititeshistoiressansconckence.blogspot.com/ 
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