Holding Hands With My Muse
Aberi tutu awa leriso Aberi tutu awa leriso ore baba Babaluaiye awa leriso ore baba My muse lives across the sky from me while our conversations more often take place across time and space, voicing familiarity about miracles others can't Catch. Hands of golden cedar-blossom outward from her listening heart Vessels with the ability to hold the universe. A working spirit Only She can conjure periwinkle sunrises with a stone mocha wand. can tumble aggregate by