She chops apples as she waits
-thack - thock - thack-
A gentle fire ready in the grate
-thack - thock - thack-
A gentle fire ready in the grate
use your voice. shake your tongue
When you misunderstand me,
Through no fault or weakness
Save your own pains and confusions of life,
It’s then I comprehend
You’ll be eternally blind to mine.
I retreat to the sanctuary
of my own secret mystery.