jeudi, 13 septembre 2012
ON SWALLOW FIELD
There's a song in the air
Cruising hearts and souls
Like an early morning
Shining under a wisteria dew
The wind blows from the hand
Drawing circles of jasmine
It's time for the desert rose
To celebrate the white wedding
Not a road on this wilderness
Only savages play the survival
A fiddle is dropping golden traces
Mimosa memories as bright as old crows
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