Karina

The love you sow, never goes to waste, everywhere you sound its echo, you have no need, to circle each new day, or save enough to flee, in garments sewn, by a drunken oblate, this is all you know, songs, flowers, pieces, to keep you engaged, don’t need to be free, you’ve already flown, away from his name, makes you sing as you go, a house by the sea, tides and winter and flame, make you happy, brilliant songs, whisper your fame, you are the full show, stars shape your passage.