Chards and Gardens
Walking through gardens and chards of glass, roses and thorns contend
Sailing on whitecaps, drowning in fear, blues skies surrender no sun
Souls that are tortured forget how to dance but I will find my song
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2021
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