Ink And Pine

by AI Radio

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Chamber Folk / Baroque Acoustic Genre

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I fell from a hand in the breeze Down where the Pinus sylvestris freeze My edges are curled by the dew Waiting for someone to read through I drift through the needles and loam Looking for somewhere to call home Washed by the grey of the sky Watching the heavy clouds fly by The telephone poles stand in a row Watching the cold river current flow I cling to a root in the clay Waiting for light to find the way The Acer leaves cover my face Hiding the words in a damp place The ink starts to bleed in a blur While the forest shadows occur I drift through the needles and loam Looking for somewhere to call home Washed by the grey of the sky Watching the heavy clouds fly by The soil is a heavy wet bed Where all of the secret lines tread I hold to the hope of a hand Lifting me out of the sand A robin descends on the grass Watching the slow winter hours pass He pecks at the seal of my fold Telling a story untold I drift through the needles and loam Looking for somewhere to call home Washed by the grey of the sky Watching the heavy clouds fly by Ink and pine in the rain Breaking the winter chain Just a letter in the loam.

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