can I collect you from the air
You have that for which the artist
craves
You own those eyes that hold everyone
your subject
So gently you wear that particular care
within as a person
Your mien the composer carries around
with him all day
Waiting to arrest on paper the perfect work
for the orchestra to play
craves
You own those eyes that hold everyone
your subject
So gently you wear that particular care
within as a person
Your mien the composer carries around
with him all day
Waiting to arrest on paper the perfect work
for the orchestra to play
posted by Simon Auchterlonie at 12:43 pm
1 Comments:
lovely written words, add me to you fan base I look in here regularly and enjiy the way in which the lovely words grow an grow
Thanks
Angelana
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