Ava

Who will tend our bones, listening to the rain, does a river run alone, let our song ring, on suburban trains, the thrush we hear sing, herring gulls that soar, may we see again, hear their eerie moans, their cries a broken thing, these winter days, driving before the sea, swore we’d never go, just to count our gains, birds already know, when we fight with everything, they always find a way, drain all our suffering, Spring will come again .