Jenny

Fire and evening light, when you play my tune, I always cry, hanging on my phone, it rings with blues, I hear your lovely tones, this beach has come to life, the white sand soothes, away from Freeway tyres, bring grace to our home, accept all we do, even atone, this return to paradise, will never make the news, frees us from all strife, to gather what has gone, somewhere we can glue, isolate but not alone, you’re always nice, never hide what’s true, skip in this warm tide, what it is to lose.