Counting Daisies
London
The wind blew in sweet and warm in 2009
In a field rich with daisies where time doesn't exist
Poetry is the only currency
Two people sit
One playing guitar
The other brushes her fingers th…
The wind blew in sweet and warm in 2009
In a field rich with daisies where time doesn't exist
Poetry is the only currency
Two people sit
One playing guitar
The other brushes her fingers th…