I live in the world
of whistle and hum…
those intimates
that clear the blank snow from pathways.
That conjure up demented dance,
and keep at bay the deathly trance.
I live in the world
of whistle and hum…
those intimates
that clear the blank snow from pathways.
That conjure up demented dance,
and keep at bay the deathly trance.
Aremyfeetofftheground 