sunday

i sew my minute

strangle down under the sunshine

could i bring some rustic basket of heart

and some beautiful minds

when the wind gently sweeps

and the summer soil are arise to the air

sing with my snare

sing sing along with me

birds are chipping

from the hill up on the tree

and i know you wouldn't came

but at least i have you in my hollow sleep


-sunday, June 22nd, 2008