Love Story
Metallic ring
Of someone tilling new ground
With a garden hoe
Echoing off mountains
Between his ears
He never said enough
She was a little bird
He couldn’t
Catch appearing and disappearing
In soft sway
Of wild herbs
Metallic ring
Of someone tilling new ground
With a garden hoe
Echoing off mountains
Between his ears
He never said enough
She was a little bird
He couldn’t
Catch appearing and disappearing
In soft sway
Of wild herbs