Golden-Vein

Shunning punched
All of song
Will you spare
Last night, till dawn
Your eyes have mine
At last I’ve got lyric
The rest into (in two?)
A mood of dust
Myself into
With eyes for me My safe love
Bought
Showing emotions
New rules
Reaching out
Realing with it Our mountain roses
Oh in their eyes and then
Little flowers in the dirt
And gladness will fill me in your hand
You hold and surround me in gold
Myself into
It finds a thread