tisdag 26 januari 2010


Hard light, take the wings of the winter.
Song bird,
they were strong hands that held her.
Miles above ground, we can’t see you now.

Morning took the reins from the rider,
strong hands on the lap behind her.
They tear her nightgown, we can’t see you now.

Iron & Wine.

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