2022.03.10.
Shore in the Greenest Color
Straw field and a river at the end,the sun's shining there.
That's what I dream about.
Backpack and a bike.
Breath of hay.
Breath of hay.
Backpack and a bike.
I'm going again to that...
Shore in the greenest color,
where it was May every day.
We abandoned laughter there.
Joyfulness sank down there.
Where awaits me again...
A bike.
A distant shore...
And hay.
I had lost my way, but
I found a threshold.
And again, in front of me I have
a home.
Wooden veranda.
Aired room.
You smile at me,
while I make tea.
A bed unmade.
Breath of hay.
Breath of hay.
A bed unmade...
I'm going again to that...
(Somewhere
miracles
happen,
don't they?)
I know a better place.
Tell me, where is it?
I know
a better place!
Tell me, tell me
where is it?
Shore in the greenest color,
where it was May every day.
We abandoned laughter there.
Joyfulness sank down there.
Where awaits me again...
A bike.
A distant shore...
And hay.
I had lost my way,
but I found a threshold.
And again, in front of me I have
a home.