My breath is full of
twigs and other things. Cough=null.
But its bright with love.
And soft with low tones.
Short breath now not for my lungs,
but for the breeze one.
My breath is full of
twigs and other things. Cough=null.
But its bright with love.
And soft with low tones.
Short breath now not for my lungs,
but for the breeze one.
