Mist Among Caribbean Wind
When the wind blows it take from beneath of lay
Of love is tent revolve or the lonely days held of air
Mist the below head to toe it is magically
The end of the beginning
Of love is tent revolve or the lonely days held of air
I don’t know where to go from this intense feeling
Honor among a cloud I have falling
Falling in place of mist among the sky
It so magically
Of love is tent revolve or the lonely days held of air
I must of falling among
Mist Among Caribbean Wind.
Copyright © Louis Borgo | Year Posted 2017
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