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Through Permeating Leaves
-Through Permeating Leaves-
Old sun Buttercup, through permeating leaves
All my bugger-ups please forgive me please
Forgive me like a candle when it glows
Forgive me like a whistle when it blows
I’ve wandered through a canyon
And have walked through crooked hills
I shout out my confession to the voices in my head
Rolling empty canyon kept calling back at me
He said he wishing I was dead
But the sun kept coming up
Reminding of these
A sun struck yellow gold
Through permeating leaves
Copyright ©
Jannie Breedt
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