IRC-Galleria

write a lurid song
mumbling words and then you're done
in the midst of a lingering tulip choir
of happiness they can't desire

look at loving birds

you've been told and you've been given
lots to seed, less in heaven

look at loving birds

sunday's mundane unless it's burnt
it won't question, it won't learn
in my eyes ire retired
filled my brains with a soothing fire

in a world unheard

look at loving birds