Brett Anderson
Hymn
Shining through the plate glass, hyacinths and Spanish starsAll day caught on cameraThe climbing sun, the fading dawn, like a hymn to our loveSomewhere there’s a starling, gliding through the morningMoving so slowlyThe climbing sun, the fading dawn, like a hymn to LondonCommencing, commencing, commencing with the dayCommencing with the day, commencing with the day
From Letras Mania