Once we loved.
Then, we parted.
My wings became arms again.
I speak now and seldom sing.
But some things can never be as before. I pay attention now to different things
I hear the tiniest insect move beneath the ground.
Small hopes keep me alive
like the way leaves
still sometimes
grow
from the stumps of trees.
Then, we parted.
My wings became arms again.
I speak now and seldom sing.
But some things can never be as before. I pay attention now to different things
I hear the tiniest insect move beneath the ground.
Small hopes keep me alive
like the way leaves
still sometimes
grow
from the stumps of trees.
Sono incantata da questi lavori meravigliosi ...
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