Natural Bait

Both eyes with crumble, the hands filled of sand
Remember when I was waiting far from the car
Black stones were burning under my feet
The rain was hinting a storm to wash away the joke

Let me know about your scent
Let me be wet by the rain

A warm line came after the usual shape
The drops were falling down digging a grave
A green wide rim conceals a simple life
The footprints were blanched, erased from the mind

Let me know about your scent
Let me be wet by the rain