whenever I cry you’re still there, by pd lyons


indian pipe @ sleeping giant

indian pipe @ sleeping giant

might be a moment in winter

a tinsel a star gone astray

 ~

maybe first color of Autumn

geese not yet on the wing

~

might be your birthday’s in April

someone with curls in their hair

~

or maybe someone with roses

whistling all summery with out a care?

~

there’s not really any rhyme or reason

not really any way to prepare

~

whenever I cry I see you

whenever I cry you’re still here

~

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