D D. CROW

I know a girl
Who sings the magic of the clouds
Perfect rhythm, between her words
Breaking through
The seasons of the year

Rustles of
The wavelet by the water
Swans of love
Carried to the image of the daffodil
It’s her words that paint the beauty

I know a girl
Who sings the magic of the clouds
Her words
Grasping tears of a drifter man
Breaking through his touching hands