Brief Stills

Resting on the prospect of reaching out
on the prospect of reaching into
a warm balcony view

swimming on trickles of comforting
and rushing, swirling sorting
it picks me up, it puts me down

you lost it, at peace with
the ones who you point at
you grasp it, go faster
a vague bit, forfeit it

you lost it
go faster...

warm winter view...

one more time, just rely
on brief stills

you lost it, at peace with
the ones who you point at
you grasp it, go faster
a vague bit, forfeit it



Credits
Writer(s): Martin Deppe, Maxim Kirillov
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