Moments

Red House Painters

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Gently in these ragged folds
Curled up and warm like easter's child
A breath so faint, angelic weight
I can't deny
That i drift sometimes
Even in these loving moments
To summery fields i call my own
Where i can lie and in them feel
At one with my death
With limbs outstretched
I can't deny
That i'm weak sometimes
Even in my strongest moments
And the way you cry at me
I don't know why
You stay