Apr 2019
Melodious, luminous
a small plumage of sounds
Found you, fond of you
The first string laid across the back of Spring, you sing
till my eyes grow rusted and my limbs frost with moss,
you perch still upon the branches of my broken fingers,
missing not a beat, a note, a loss.
*
Sing for this sunken world continuously,
my one and only
soloist
a small plumage of sounds
Found you, fond of you
The first string laid across the back of Spring, you sing
till my eyes grow rusted and my limbs frost with moss,
you perch still upon the branches of my broken fingers,
missing not a beat, a note, a loss.
*
Sing for this sunken world continuously,
my one and only
soloist
Max Richter - Vivaldi - The Four Seasons, 1. Spring
https://youtu.be/DLDvbnK_Sqk
Today I learned I alone I'm responsible for my emotions, the only one who cannot let go.
https://youtu.be/DLDvbnK_Sqk
Today I learned I alone I'm responsible for my emotions, the only one who cannot let go.
(F)
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