NEW WORLD WRITTEN AND POST BY NAJWA POWLEY
FOUR THOUSAND AND FOURTY FOUR THE YEAR I WILL BE BORN IN THE SKY ONE GLORY EYE AND THE EARTH REFLECTS THE SKY WHEN I WILL BE BORN AGAIN THERE WILL BE NO RAIN THE RIVER WILL BE SWEET FOREVER THE TREES GREEN SMALL NEVER DRY NEVER THE SIDES OF MY NEW STREET ROSES FLOWERS LIPS FULL SWEET ABOVE MY HOME... Sign in to see full entry.