The tilling insects
The noise of greenery
The grey moss cracked
Now back to life
The colours of houses, deepers
For days after the rain
In the deepest shades of brick
Is this home, or years gone by?
The tilling insects
The noise of greenery
The grey moss cracked
Now back to life
The colours of houses, deepers
For days after the rain
In the deepest shades of brick
Is this home, or years gone by?