Houses
Smoke Signals
The birds
Are struggling to prepare
For this weak and tumbling air.
I dreamt I found your body.
And love
It fills the space for us.
A tired cloud of dust
As we sleep in different places
The birds
Are struggling to prepare
For this weak and tumbling air.
I dreamt I found your body.
And love
It fills the space for us.
A tired cloud of dust
As we sleep in different places