Sometimes words can have two meanings
And we draw lots for our choices
Each with a different tenor
Coloured with our strained voices
Yet a broken harmony exists
With traces of an early melody
That grew cacophonous
Catalysed by time.
Sometimes words can have two meanings
And we draw lots for our choices
Each with a different tenor
Coloured with our strained voices
Yet a broken harmony exists
With traces of an early melody
That grew cacophonous
Catalysed by time.
thnx…props for the book!!…cheers,-cd