Under - Toe (Sagebrush Fire)
Ime calling unto you
cause i dont know what to do
the sand giving way
underfoot
towing me away
to where angels often put
sagebrush candles
drywash weathered vanes
rusted simple somethings that mean
just the same
as the feeling I get
when calling yr name....
Copyright © Mark Riedel | Year Posted 2006
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