Transitory as
a shadow,
the real you
and me
twists
and flips
and contorts,
Never stands still –
I wonder
could you
find us
on a map.
Transitory as
a shadow,
the real you
and me
twists
and flips
and contorts,
Never stands still –
I wonder
could you
find us
on a map.
ahh you did it again !!! awesome !!!
Thank you!!!