You must login to vote
More like the music in my ears
The tingle on my feat
The window panes never looked so pretty
Stare at me and wish for tomorrow
I will only stay the same
Wishing for you.
Tomorrow brings a dove in my palms and leaves of green.
Parts of the panes are multicolored hues of red and blue
Spliced together in an amalgam of quilt patterns
Diversified naturally, the shades followed into the eve
the drowning melodies of classical music from the Romantic era
We all wished for a house with five rooms and fireplace with snow dogs
Tomorrow holds indefinitely a time