Maybe my riches will come after my death,
the owned money of happiness, given and taken
like wages; the conspiratorial echoes of an earlier time
would alleviate the poverty of the promises that were broken.
conspiratorial
Thanks John
cut/ paste doesn't always cut it
But we're never gonna survive, unless
We get a little crazy
Seal
T
cut/ paste doesn't always cut it
But we're never gonna survive, unless
We get a little crazy
Seal
T
Counting the beats,
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.
Robert Graves
Counting the slow heart beats,
The bleeding to death of time in slow heart beats,
Wakeful they lie.
Robert Graves