The paint and the past
The wind it tackles
The leaves and the litter
The leaves and the litter
The leaves and the past
The sun it dries
The paint and the puddles
The paint and the puddles
The paint and the past
I saw the land quickly approaching
the bend in the river
that soon would be passed
I saw her look
I knew she was leaving
The leaves and the puddles
The paint and the past.
Tommy Carroll
Tue 19th Feb 2013 16:47
Hi Dave :o) I think you have hit it spot on. I wanted to evoke a feeling of regret and in-consequence. The brief emotion when finding a lovers note between the pages of a seldom read book.
Tommy