Listening to muffled footsteps Of those brushing Reaching grasses Seeing the last letters of my name Faded and shy Imagining us clasping hands in holiday Imagining you growing older Growing somehow more beautiful Surrounded by your children And children's children The midnight blue of your calmness Evening chamomile Eyes as a morning rosewater I'm shrinking into your gown Tearing the pink linen of your belly Burying into your abdomen And sewing the seam of your skinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
