I wanna go where the Summers are green
And the Winters are blue.
Tell me the name of this place and I'll go
Where the Dahlias are in bloom.
I looked for you
I searched for you
I watched and I waited
I went and I'm grateful
To you.
I wanna see what the sun finds in trees
And going away from fields and the leaves.
I wanna know where you are when
The moon breaks my heart.
About Me
- Leila Rousseau
- Constant complainer, effervescent explainer, road rager, mostly moody, joke laugher, make believer, neverender, air breather and happy if you allow me. This is the incomplete scrapbook of Leila Rousseau's modernly artistic scrapings. Nothing is clear and nothing is really here. We can't all be inspired, and we can't all be interested. Be humble to knowledge, as it will always be greater and more fierce than ego and explanation. Everything here is my own, but I wonder whose I am. So I could pass on the credit, when I might make someone giggle, a little.
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