someone thinks like me…
My soul is weathered but green
When a storm passes over the roots are unseen
until all is laid bare
and the hope that I needed was already there
Iowa, I don’t know how to leave you
don’t know how to tell you goodbye
Iowa, I am a field after harvest
sowing under a new sky, Iowa
- Alli Rogers, “Iowa” (my new favorite artist! check out her free download on noisetrade)
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