Fluffy White Clouds
Fluffy white clouds overheadand around for miles,the mornings are — crispernow, and — better somehow.
Fluffy white clouds overheadand around for miles,the mornings are — crispernow, and — better somehow.
I write more wordshanging around useless,sore words are simple words touching picturespieces of your past I light another cigarettelistening to your laughter,imagining yours'as pieces of…
Daar was drie wat dobbel,een met 'n skyf een met 'n diceen een met vlerke. Dit was 'n rustige werfeenkant 'n kraan eenkant 'n brakeenkant…