On the slope of his smile,
i build my home
Spreading like twilight
on a cloudy sky
Through the cornfields of his hair,
i charter my way
Purring like a river,
at the touch of the quay.
On the slope of his smile,
i build my home
as day folds into
violet evenings.
Capturing an eternity
through unlocked fingers
Like unspoken words
that dance on wispers
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Tell me .....
can I sing a song ?
" ON THE SLOPE OF HIS SMILE
I BUILD MY HOME
AS DAY FOLDS INTO
VIOLET.......EVEN...EVEN
OH.... CAN I SAY NIGHT ...
WORDS TO FOLLOW.....'
ITS LIKE A BEAUTIFUL SONG
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