Broom
The eye catches a shimmering blue wave up all night on Burton Way. It’s not glimmering luxury soon to pass away like a funeral. It awakes and than crashes over and over. The burial of all renowned things will be celebrated by people who remain until the end. The bridegroom will sweep us off our feet with the broom inside the shopping cart. Love is chilled as ice adorn necks with the cause of Christ. Love melts all things when I in you through and through. The thrilling crackle and pop reverberate throughout the hills as young stallions depress the […]