Beyond the Wall of Sleep

"My wealth is in little memories and dreams, and in hopes that I sing in gardens when the moon is tender and the west wind stirs the lotos-buds."
“What’s that sound? I like that sound I love that sound It’s the sound of my shoes…” Tiga

“What’s that sound?
I like that sound
I love that sound
It’s the sound of my shoes…”

Tiga