He was a heron reflecting on a black pond Feet on the ground, looking at the horizon He wished he could loom on some game But rested in waters - so lame He was a heron reflecting on black a pond Hoping the morning sun would set the missing bond But he was left to wait in vain And faded away in his bane
He was a heron reflecting on a black pond
ReplyDeleteFeet on the ground, looking at the horizon
He wished he could loom on some game
But rested in waters - so lame
He was a heron reflecting on black a pond
Hoping the morning sun would set the missing bond
But he was left to wait in vain
And faded away in his bane