Soon it will be far away
Buried in a blanket of noise -
Spring fetes on beaches
And bike rides with the boys
Soon it will be close enough
A scented breath away -
Ships on the horizon
And wild storms underway
Time passes on like essence
Of watery translated runes
And the residue of eternal truths
Shines with the brittle epigraphs of ‘soons’
Buried in a blanket of noise -
Spring fetes on beaches
And bike rides with the boys
Soon it will be close enough
A scented breath away -
Ships on the horizon
And wild storms underway
Time passes on like essence
Of watery translated runes
And the residue of eternal truths
Shines with the brittle epigraphs of ‘soons’
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