Tanvi

For those who ask of late, a chance to tell why, the house is losing slates, run a bath with foam, giving's in your creed, your loving isn't done, d'you remember the holidays, our trips to the beach, when you tried to paint, studied all my bones, become suddenly tipsy, now the colour's gone, guide me through these days, make my troubles cease, understand why I pray, don't want to cast stones, am OK on my feet, assist my journey home, wonder why i stay, with artists like these, empty horizons in the rain, won't replace my needs.