Music: Nina Simone
I am in blossom.
My winter is thawing, a fawn comes to lay it’s head in my lap.
My sun reaches out to caress me, runs her long fingertips across my skin.
Out of the crystal air comes hope.
© 2008 Gin
Music: Nina Simone
I am in blossom.
My winter is thawing, a fawn comes to lay it’s head in my lap.
My sun reaches out to caress me, runs her long fingertips across my skin.
Out of the crystal air comes hope.