I protect my lungs
so they can breathe in
this breeze that won’t stay
the songs of dawn-birds
your words
the kind ones
all circulating inside me
like antibodies
at the ready
I protect my lungs
so they can breathe in
this breeze that won’t stay
the songs of dawn-birds
your words
the kind ones
all circulating inside me
like antibodies
at the ready
- John Steinbeck