Nova Cabana

Fate bends into chance
Like a swing on the breeze
Atmosphere breathes behind
Her clues on the leaves
Caught one on the way home
Just the other day

Feral people line up to take apathy
Methane rain clouds, thunder distorts irony
By definition, there can be only sunrises



Credits
Writer(s): John Trautman
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