Borrowed fates
Sometimes the little square
Was a boat
In the quiet water of an afternoon.
I knew it floated in the destiny of someone else,
Someone distant and calm,
But it didn't matter.
It became for a moment my own.
Background: moments of quiet
Sometimes the little square
Was a boat
In the quiet water of an afternoon.
I knew it floated in the destiny of someone else,
Someone distant and calm,
But it didn't matter.
It became for a moment my own.
Background: moments of quiet