Golden light, tired skin
day exhales, slow and thin.
Salt on lips, hot concrete on feet
Grown men in silence, soft and sweet.
No words, no race to run
just grown boys, smiling at a dipping sun.
day exhales, slow and thin.
Salt on lips, hot concrete on feet
Grown men in silence, soft and sweet.
No words, no race to run
just grown boys, smiling at a dipping sun.
