You, my palWho has years of yarns taped to your capThe best foals are nurtured and do not reek or trill,You said as we sat on sleek sand dunesWarming up our thoughtsAs they streaked like coloured candyIn the skies of our mind..
You, my palWho has years of yarns taped to your capThe best foals are nurtured and do not reek or trill,You said as we sat on sleek sand dunesWarming up our thoughtsAs they streaked like coloured candyIn the skies of our mind.