The recollection of true love transcends tense
It always brings warmth
No matter the distance, spatial or celestial
Whether live or dead, in or out
always in the here and now
And always bringing happiness
I miss the painted lips of true love
On a beach, on a bridge
In your eyes, where I live
Come
see me
There's a big world out there, and I'm just a small man in the middle of it. I'm crossing the world one stitch at a time, and writing at least one book.
As a journalist and ethnomusicologist, I'm digging up all the music I can find along the way, and looking for a way to bring it to YOU.
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