Fall Migration

from Ocell Roig by The Dream of Horses

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(The Fall Migration of Mourning Doves)

That's the best kind of love
Migration of a dove
Ill follow a fail

Remember my name

A night drifting into your arms,
You'll be gone before the suns wakes
But nothing could take

From Our moment

After the summer storm
The Blauet flashed by the lake
I saw her quickly bathe

She’s leaving

And when the cumulus clouds ripple to distancing hills
And the air is clear, humidity heavy and still
The sun sets again,

Are you out or are you in?

✵ ☽ ✶✶ ☽ ✵


He reached for her hand,
on the mountain side.
He reached for her hand,
on the mountain.
He reached for her hand,
on the mountain side.
He reached for her hand,
for the last time.

She reached for his heart,
on the mountain side.
She reached for his heart,
on the mountain.
She reached for his heart,
on the mountain side,
on the mountain side,
still on the mountain side

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from Ocell Roig, released June 16, 2022

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