Madrugada con eco de primavera,
semillas se despiertan en su lecho de tierra,
la lluvia de ayer ha saciado su sed.
Bostezan y alcanzan sus dedos hasta el sol,
gotas de rocío adornan hojas de seda verde
como el sudor del suelo.
Mientras suena el zumbido silencioso de abejas,
buscando refugio en pétalos recién nacidos,
preparándose nueva miel de néctar dulce.
I'd like that song back, please when we shared it, the melody was sweet the notes drifted through the air we shared lyrics written for lovers like us now it sounds like you, just you it sounds like loss and confusion it wasn't only yours to take I'd like that movie back, please when we shared it, each scene was magic colors leapt off the screen into our laps a love story as pure as our own now it just looks like you, just you it looks like hurt and heartbreak it wasn't only yours to take I'd like that city back, please when we shared it, every corner was exciting the lights bathed us in their warm glow art museum dates and lunch break kisses now it's you, it's just you it's your eyes, your laugh, your promises it wasn't only yours to take I'd like our love back, please it wasn't only yours to take
The window is a glass movie screen,
translucent reflections superimposed
while the rising sun waits patiently
behind the zooming landscape
revealing intervals of intense light
like the flashes of a camera,
a snapshot of something fleeting
Telephone wires like electric guitar strings,
score composed of an engine's groan,
bodies sway at the mercy of the road
as the bus traces a familiar cement scar
cutting through a cross-country backdrop
Nature's film reel develops cypress-lined hills
rising and falling
like the subtle curve of a spine,
restlessly shifting to find comfort
my back aches in this damn seat
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