Kaylee

You laugh on the avenue, but it’s not the heat, deserts delight you, you’d say that fools, always miss the beat, when looking at ruins, you grow in certitude, like an oasis green, before the sun and wind, you'll sail again soon, like the falling leaves, when autumn is due, poverty yellow and blue, destroys wilder dreams, brings no solace to you, inside you hum a tune, turn your head serene, will capture other routes, spirit rise from deep .