The Black Atlantic
Heirloom
Heirloom to an old sun
Now, you are in the light trees owned for so long
In this tide that explodes on your retina
Can you still look upwards?
Into a vacant sky
To inhabit the winds, on your own
Heirloom to an old sun
Now, you are in the light trees owned for so long
In this tide that explodes on your retina
Can you still look upwards?
Into a vacant sky
To inhabit the winds, on your own