Teira Naahi

Monday, September 21, 2015

Ch 5




Surrender unto me your words



Gentle as the summer breeze

That silver moon hung there on high

Sits in whisper with the reeds


In times time I think of you

Dreaming of the golden truth

It’s not enough it’s not enough

But all I have I have for you


Deliver unto me your sound

To bring me home when I’m not found

I am lost within this human shell

Quite nicely trapped can’t you tell:






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