[Intro]
Late winters chase us through the fields, rain no yield
Whispers of a dormant love. No deal
[Stanza 1]
She had the mind of a poet and the hands of a dancer, her pen pranced from the page she didn't take no for an answer. A stubborn quid-pro-quo, nothing for nothing
[Stanza 2]
Shaking hands with shocked faces, making up for lost places, I tempt myself to wander but decide to stay there longer. Old charity shops with a new lick of paint, mossy stone portraits of grapes, a bookshop with a wonky sign, a woman with a wonky sigh
[Stanza 3]
It's one of those nights, a cherished lullaby guides the light. I hum to the sound of a restless chest. The rain crashes harder as if in melodic protest, the sky a shifting palette of harmonies, nature's form of charity
[Outro]
A haiku of simple sensations, doubtful minds aid frustration. A simple task kind sentiments from the past yearn to be forgotten, as a burden to memory chalked up as deformity, an act of sweet sincerity. Flakey Foundations
Late winters chase us through the fields, rain no yield
Whispers of a dormant love. No deal
[Stanza 1]
She had the mind of a poet and the hands of a dancer, her pen pranced from the page she didn't take no for an answer. A stubborn quid-pro-quo, nothing for nothing
[Stanza 2]
Shaking hands with shocked faces, making up for lost places, I tempt myself to wander but decide to stay there longer. Old charity shops with a new lick of paint, mossy stone portraits of grapes, a bookshop with a wonky sign, a woman with a wonky sigh
[Stanza 3]
It's one of those nights, a cherished lullaby guides the light. I hum to the sound of a restless chest. The rain crashes harder as if in melodic protest, the sky a shifting palette of harmonies, nature's form of charity
[Outro]
A haiku of simple sensations, doubtful minds aid frustration. A simple task kind sentiments from the past yearn to be forgotten, as a burden to memory chalked up as deformity, an act of sweet sincerity. Flakey Foundations
( Cian Dwyer )
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