Gandharvas A Quick Feel
Have you time to come out to the feeld. Little lamb, we'll live up in the hills. Forgive me my innocent companion, But i am bound to carry a contagion Into the feeld Open and concealed For a quick feel. Watch the grasses growing in the feeld Sprouting out of terminal affection, and Spreading out of the hole deep in our hearts. Have you time to fall into a body Condemned if revealed For a quick feel.
