
we ever we
on edge turning
forest child lost
her hands her
finger slips
over leaves
over wood
we ever we
can be can be
innocent songs
again—
she cuts she
shadows on wind
shadows on song
of
we ever we

we ever we
on edge turning
forest child lost
her hands her
finger slips
over leaves
over wood
we ever we
can be can be
innocent songs
again—
she cuts she
shadows on wind
shadows on song
of
we ever we