The Daredevil Christopher Wright

A fire drawn around
Her like a shawl
A mind for a whip
A heart for a stone
To hurl

A voice for the howling wind
Stubbornness for a stump
A look for a cool stream flowing
A temper for a rock-slide
Closing eyes for the falling sun

Flesh for a patch of soil
The blood for a hot spring
The blood for a roar
The blood for the glue
The blood for a hammer pounding

Skin for heat in the night

Running for the sky
Jumping for all lost things
A laugh for nothing at all
A smile for a lonely tree swaying

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Where are we going? Porland - Ella Street Social Club
Who's killing me today? Kings of Convenience