the afternoon is doe eyed, it watches o'er the sea
the afternoon is doe eyed, it watches out with me
the sky holds misty visitors who sail aloft and watch
there's a song in the wind and it's sighing through the dunes
the air that skims my hair, cooled my neck, stroked my ears
the air that skims my hair, kissed my cheek, took my fears
rowdy sun has a throaty laugh and freshly salted breath
its catchy tune slips on my tongue, and soon we'll go to sleep
the lady with the green glass, drinks pears in bubbly foam
the lady with the green glass, wears silver rings at home
tonight the fog will curl up and lay down in her arms
she'll dream of a star that sails by and looks lovingly onto her
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this old media is exceptional, the lyrics and pictures made me feel like laughing and crying all in one go. it is everything in the world... if that makes sense. i love it.
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
