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Looking for an intro to a poem I put together, I decided to let the poem be and just play it as a supplement to the writing.
Hope you like it!
Doug
ps not a festival song... but I got inspired and felt a need to share... but I sent in three of those, if you are interested.
Hope you like it!
Doug
ps not a festival song... but I got inspired and felt a need to share... but I sent in three of those, if you are interested.
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Lyrics
Winter comes and goes.
Spring between winters.
Boots crunch dry lichens.
Walking on gray stone,
The roots of the earth pulled up through the skin.
They rise in their blackness, harsh to bodies.
Soothe in their presence.
Sun draws cascades of light flecked liquid ice,
chase through sharp chasms.
Waters, bright, foam and play with clean sunshine.
They tumble together down expanses
to remember time,
leaving only mists.
Spring between winters.
Boots crunch dry lichens.
Walking on gray stone,
The roots of the earth pulled up through the skin.
They rise in their blackness, harsh to bodies.
Soothe in their presence.
Sun draws cascades of light flecked liquid ice,
chase through sharp chasms.
Waters, bright, foam and play with clean sunshine.
They tumble together down expanses
to remember time,
leaving only mists.
magnatone
Holy Cow! I'm on my third listen - this is so ethereal, i'm in space somewhere.....but actually i'm just getting ready for bed, and this somehow is the perfect thing to listen to. Really - this is just......cosmic! Excellent!