'Cause I
can't give the best
Unless I got
room to move.
Room to Move by John Mayall
Warm sun
after ice
A frost
broken narcissus
Rabbits
nibble on grass
Fog, reed,
the dark lake
Fish jumps
out of a sudden
Warm light
in the hut
Prevailing
darkness
A hole in
the morning sky
Bright light
on the way
Spring
flowers
And now snow
again
Keep on
sweeping
Between the
torn clouds
Morning
starts with pastel light
A hawk
sailing high
Wiper with
ribbon
A strap
swaying in the wind
Changing plate
letters
New moon in
bright black
Suffocated
dialogs
But the wind
whispers
Between the
torn clouds
Morning
starts with pastel light
A hawk
sailing high
.
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