Nicola

Who gives a break, for those who can't denude, the wind in our make up, in our bones, a golden certitude, can’t beat a fire’s warmth, like a waterfall snakes, memories that exude, beyond stories we fake, who will take us home, that driver’s a lazy fool, now his bus is gone, what will our Ma say, are we rattling our jewels, Autumn sheds its rake, standing by the road, within a third interregnum, just leave us alone, can't you see our ruin ?