But still the lightning bolt it takes its toll and still the thunderous bound it takes control it's only when we cry that we are bold it's only when we cry that we unfold you're out of luck the wind, it whispers but I can try we will resist it's only when you die that you feel kissed it's only cross the line that we are missed it
Rocío (Ro) Christensen
@rocio · 0:18
Hey, Levi. Welcome back. It's nice to hear from you again. And, of course, really lovely to hear your poems. I really like this one. I thought it was very moving, and the rhythm, it kind of gets you in a trance and just really lovely. Thank you so much for sharing