My rough hand breaks all glass, wall clock mind and heart, chances are I just ruin all the joy of breaking this bangle is not safe in my hand, to me
One day you will bring a glass bangle full of baskets. Red, blue, white, black assorted bangles. I will extend my hand. You will teach me bangles one by one. The afternoon will pass as you hear the rinijhini sound of bangles. Bangles will play with my laughter. Lost in the crowd will find me at the sound of my bangles. Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either. On a rainy day you might mix the sound of bangles with the sound of rain tapur tapur ... maybe or!
