Bora born
Luke warm _
Breakaway jazz pulls ears in the background
all kinds of language reverb through this place.
Peppermint tea finds warmth in the beanie
the mobile rests silent, texts have been read.
She moves in close beside the old cafe
nordic blonde hair below this wooden bench.
He looks lost as he moves in there with her
a little taller, there's depth to his face.
Freedom found, you can feel their connection
his gaze softly sure, there's quiet in his mind.
She's on the mobile, to someone or other
the drizzle tickles, now blessing two fates.
He stands still while she fidgets and fiddles
side on now shows, youthful beauty devine.
Strong sure voice as she speaks to the mobile
held by the left hand, her right arm half gone.
- O -
© aug 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
all kinds of language reverb through this place.
Peppermint tea finds warmth in the beanie
the mobile rests silent, texts have been read.
She moves in close beside the old cafe
nordic blonde hair below this wooden bench.
He looks lost as he moves in there with her
a little taller, there's depth to his face.
Freedom found, you can feel their connection
his gaze softly sure, there's quiet in his mind.
She's on the mobile, to someone or other
the drizzle tickles, now blessing two fates.
He stands still while she fidgets and fiddles
side on now shows, youthful beauty devine.
Strong sure voice as she speaks to the mobile
held by the left hand, her right arm half gone.
- O -
© aug 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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