Breathing softly, trying to capture
racing thoughts I chase in vain
racing thoughts I chase in vain
Questions deep, answers illusive
and fleeting as the Sunday Rain
and fleeting as the Sunday Rain
Wind and water kiss my window
shutters creaking, dance and play
shutters creaking, dance and play
The moment’s beauty mystifies me
perhaps I’ll know such peace one day
perhaps I’ll know such peace one day
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