The Sprigs and Spirit of Sistine -15
When the wine is heavy
and my thoughts are long
I like to sit in slow sunsets,
doing so makes me feel far from death,
I've seen so many beautiful things broken
heard so many hysterical hearts,
I've been a flagbearer for this Faith
ever since my youth knew how to yell,
I get so tired, so tired in this tempest
that tears the tears off my weathered face,
but I keep livin for the light
I keep talkin and movin with the light...
J.A.B.
Copyright © Justin Bordner | Year Posted 2017
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