A little red bird
I am soaked in memories of the distant past remembering to remember They think everything is fine. They think everything is forever. Home will take me home and I will be home And I am home As the little red bird sits on a branch of the little mango tree across my window No one can see the tree because I planted it in my childhood's dream The clock ticks away on the wall As I keep falling into my head clambering to the shore, every once in a while.
6.jun.2013















