Yesterday a cloud with dark brow hung above island sky
Blade of grass, shivers of joy
It could rain, it could rain, now
Pluck cello strings of sunlight, long journey
Each colour singing a hidden melody
A man flaps pink wings, a woman becomes moon
We turn around in rain
Returning to Ithaca at dawn
My eyebrows grow faint, shedding memories
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