She quietly returned once more
Record her dreams in stanza's four...
Old mountain roads
Made of dirt and clay...
It was the year of 1927
Coolidge was President...
Come to your true self
to defend truth and justice...
The Fall
What's known stands alone...
Holding The Crown
Ten dreams...
Everyone has his own name.
The name is also his registered label...
We speak of art, and then we speak of words,
We speak of colours, then we speak of rhyme...
We are two clocks of different times
One much older and the other prime...
All the sorrow and grief
Life goes on without relief...
Dear Skyler,
How’ve you been buddy...
Appreciating
All of the free things in life...