Spring With Room to Move

'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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