The foggy mist, the misty fog,
coverin' the land,
cloggin' the sky
Cloaking the spired buildings high
coverin' the sound
of poundin' bells.
The transport dirtied churches see
old with new smog
new with no feelin'!
Religious fervour dead sometime,
passed by unloved
except by me.
There my friend be somewhere,
who showed to me
my little soul
To love the cleric city sky
sometimes muggy
cloggin' my eye.
Friday, 20 February 2009
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2 comments:
Put this to music! Lovely stuff :) xxx
haha if i was musical enough I think I would! thanks babes XX
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