This has been a disaster
Like 1816
A year without summer
I couldn't see much further
Than that clouds that are hanging over
The golden sunsets are
Weighed down and spectacular
We hold on to
The beauty of it
Beat down and suntanned
It doesn't suit you
Be glad for the gloom
It's all we knew
This has been a disaster
I couldn't run much further
A fleeting sense of romance
Art is my only stance
Great work chaps :)
jezkemp 8 months ago