little bird
Ptáček
2.04.2011
Faded From the Winter
daddy's ghost behind you
sleeping dog beside you
you're a poem of mystery
you're the prayer inside me
spoken words like moonlight
you're the voice that i like
needlework & seedlings
in the way you're walking
to me from the timbers
faded from the winter.
-Iron & Wine
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