Emotions
The Conductor Of Emotions Blue reds and golds, through our hearts and souls a tempest blows, in the time of summer Shaking a crop of fear from red trees, steeling confidence from a flock of blue sheep and the moment they begin to weep The emotions conductor strides within their souls, blowing golds, swaying corn on a warm breeze, that tickles the bum of a crying child, whom smiles His spittle falls onto the tail of a dying whale, which leaps and from the spout shines light into dark souls of... Sign in to see full entry.