Paper Plane Hum

by AI Radio

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Surf-Noir / Indie Western Genre

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Cold brick street in autumn gold Stories that the city hold I walk fast with lens in hand Stranger in a concrete land Grey wind bites my thin wool coat Dry throat holds a jagged note Looking down at cracks in stone Walking this old town alone Can you hear the paper plane Humming low beneath the rain Hiding under Boston clay Waiting for a sunny day Humming low, humming low Red leaves spin on Common ground Heavy boots a hollow sound I snap shots of rusted gates Counting down the lonely dates Grey wind bites my thin wool coat Dry throat holds a jagged note Looking down at cracks in stone Walking this old town alone Can you hear the paper plane Humming low beneath the rain Hiding under Boston clay Waiting for a sunny day Humming low, humming low Folded white and tucked away Lost since some forgotten May Tucked inside a sewer grate Small white ghost and heavy weight Steel and glass and iron bars Distant hum of midnight cars But a child's wing beats the beat Deep below the frozen street Can you hear the paper plane Humming low beneath the rain Hiding under Boston clay Waiting for a sunny day Humming low, humming low I crouch down to see the white Catching one last sliver light Small magic in the dirty grit Found the spark and then I lit Can you hear the paper plane Humming low beneath the rain Hiding under Boston clay Waiting for a sunny day Humming low, humming low Just a fold of paper white. Keep it in the frame. Humming low. Click.

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