I dip my mind-brush in the summer sun
and paint a picture of warmth on my memory
When the nights are cold and you sleep alone
Its this blanket that I cover you with.
Nature Inquires Intellect in Search for Food
I dip my mind-brush in the summer sun
and paint a picture of warmth on my memory
When the nights are cold and you sleep alone
Its this blanket that I cover you with.