VT Thor

Lost Canyons

Passing breaths in the winds

Music notes that fill your heart and imbibe into your being

 

Glowing lights reflect off of my paper heart

Hidden flesh that make the guitar strings dance in exuberance

 

Colorful lightning mind clouds filled with in-ambition and summer salt air

 

It’s a dirty road and no one comes out clean

It’s a life well lived and no one comes out alive

 

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone



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