Thread by LT 2010 Silk Thread woven through miles Bright blue porcelain tiles Bread broken and offered to you You have infinite All the stories are the same It's the feelings and names that have changed Hands hardened with time Seem so soft when I hold them in mine You have infinite bloodlines inside and behind of you All the stories are the same It's the feelings and names that have changed You have infinite bloodlines inside... that have changed... All the stories are the same...
LilyTrain 1 year ago