Play me a song that sounds like the breeze in the morning
Never mind that I won’t hear it
Fluted with sorrow over heathered hills and lonely spaces
Be sure I will feel it
Never mind the tears in my eyes again
Sand blown beaches, and empty harbours
I do, I want to come home
Never mind that what is done, is done
The sun remains golden
And each day is hard won
Never mind that I am here
Keep going and I will meet you there
It’s summer, somewhere
About the Creator
Elsa Michaela | @surfthought
When you hear a song
One that stops you in your tracks
That seems spoken from your own mind
Do you listen and listen again?
Follow its streams until a tide,
Inside you
Rushes to fill in the small hollow parts
…Yeah, me too
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