Sleeping under the sky
The barges are gone to a lost decade
On overgrown banks here
Lovers footsteps went by
Long before ever the roads were made
And in our turn we passed here
And carved our names on trees
As the days washed by like
Waves of an endless sea
wanders
village
waves
under
trees
sleeping
skies
shifts
opening
darkening
centuries
carved
breaks
behind
weather
timeless
patterns
banks
passed
names
spring
before
endless
another
decade
fingers
footsteps
barges
foreign
roads
fragments
hanging
changes
never
washed
through
linger
overgrown
lovers
night
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