Post by Ratat0sk on Jan 6, 2005 22:46:57 GMT -5
Windswept hair traversing behind rolling dunes
Strolling with pocketed hands, drawn, drifting in the breeze
I can taste the sour sound
wild reeds and grass outreach for legs
Speckled sand biting my back
Gleaming warmth from high above, despite cool winds
No buildings to drown me out
Just a road of infinite sand and surf
currently untitled.
Strolling with pocketed hands, drawn, drifting in the breeze
I can taste the sour sound
wild reeds and grass outreach for legs
Speckled sand biting my back
Gleaming warmth from high above, despite cool winds
No buildings to drown me out
Just a road of infinite sand and surf
currently untitled.