
Springtime
The Wind Touches Thee
There is a turquoise cloud inside every star every wind. The annals of everything always set to begin. My friends playing songs of reverie so true, Their vision of stars and wind becomes blu. Nascent beings are watching, All sisters and friends. To see us as gentle moments sitting together again. Our songs sung together in lyrical stance. The rhymes land in motions. Cascading upon branch. So too the mountains and rivers agree. Inside every star blows a wind touching thee. Like a petal in motion. The moment that rhymes. The essence of which creates meaning from time. Written by Susy Kamber
2025
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Trees and their Colors
We Watch The Stars (Berlin Session) · Fink https://youtu.be/_PBipzmcSp4?si=XBiXcFZN3yC8eKD8
2025
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Springtime
2025
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