Old Ways.
Found on the byways, sideways. SLIDEways.
I heard it calling, the beat of the drum of my heart, beating skyward, earthward, tripping on the horizon dawn.
Whispers in the woods.
With hands covered in earth.
Old Ways.
Found on the byways, sideways. SLIDEways.
I heard it calling, the beat of the drum of my heart, beating skyward, earthward, tripping on the horizon dawn.
Whispers in the woods.
With hands covered in earth.
Lyrical one 👍🏻
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Love this!!❤️
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