Yoga for Wine Lovers - Dusty Shelves | Текст песни

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After Ros Barber.

Let faxes butter-curl on dusty shelves.
Let junkmail build its castles in the hush
of other people’s halls. Let deadlines burst
As hours go softly by, let others curse

The roads, where distant drivers ride like sheep.
Let e-mails fly like panicked, tiny birds.
Let phones, unanswered, ring themselves to sleep.
Above, the sky unrolls its telegram,
But it’s broken.

Hey, mother tells it looks like rain
Immense and wordless, simply understood:
See how each wave arrives at last to heave
Him on the beach and vanish. You breathe.
Each day, like waves.

Aahh

The roads, where distant drive like it's...
Let e-mails fly like panicked, tiny birds.
Let phones, unanswered, ring themselves to sleep.
Above, the sky unrolls its telegram,
But it’s broken.