Bliss
Quiet
Fairy Breeze
Away from biting voices
Meadows of flowers
Only footsteps on the asphalt
In a parking lot
Where not a flower blooms
My soul folds out to the Fairy’s song
Why insist on irritation
If you can have
A still spring morning
Bliss
Quiet
Fairy Breeze
Away from biting voices
Meadows of flowers
Only footsteps on the asphalt
In a parking lot
Where not a flower blooms
My soul folds out to the Fairy’s song
Why insist on irritation
If you can have
A still spring morning