Nora

The love you sow, never goes to waste, everywhere is its echo, you have no need, to circle each day, or save enough to flee, in garments sewn, by a drunken reprobate, kindness is your song, wooden tidal pieces, keep you engaged, why search to be free, you’ve already flown, away from this game, you sing as you go, a house by the sea, dunes in winter flame, this makes you happy, brilliant aristophones, whisper of your fame, you are the full show, star of your passage.