...
From above we'd cut a slow eight shape
And much more
I'm folded in the bread you made
You're cold until my body bathes
You in the heat I kept aside
All these days.
I'm not afraid of anything even time
It'll eke away at everything
But we'll be fine
...
22/04/2018
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An artist is rarely bridled with practicalities and perhaps it is that
freedom which allows him to construct his dreams, make something out of
nothing. But...
2 comments:
Snow Patrol. This song paints the vividest pictures in my mind, always.
Mesmerizing lines :)
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