Into Pines
Dark roads, boundary lines,
Canyon walls, silver pines.
River beds underneath,
Days to months,
Months to years.
Highlands, ninety-three,
Summer west, desert life.
Moment gone, lost to time,
(?), summer time.
Hours drift into pines,
Wonder lost, summer time.
Real close, in between,
What we say, what we need
Canyon walls, silver pines.
River beds underneath,
Days to months,
Months to years.
Highlands, ninety-three,
Summer west, desert life.
Moment gone, lost to time,
(?), summer time.
Hours drift into pines,
Wonder lost, summer time.
Real close, in between,
What we say, what we need
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Writer(s): Daniel Leroy Burton
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