XXVII

XXVII

Friday, November 22, 2013

Trading Places

Trading places with the blind tonight...
You walk with silver heals 
Through the rain in the fogy London city... 
My guess is as good as yours
To what I'm doing... 
What I can only try to express 
Merely from the heart
Of what the art can only say. 

The passion is as full as the moon. 

Hiding beneath the clouds. 

Trading places with the blind tonight...
You walk with silver heals 

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