snowing turtles

a deaf meets a blind at the dawn of the fair
singing together a balade of despair

what makes your night
asks the blind to the deaf

a dark rain in november
when skies cover their faces
nothing to remember
when we loose our traces

what makes your night
asks the deaf to the blind

an icy wind in january
coming to you from behind
bringing within the snow
covering all edges like wool

now its snowing turtles
with a shield full of curls
the seaweed I peeked from the ocean of time
doesnt belong to you & neither its mine

a deaf meets a blind at the dawn of the fair
singing together a balade of despair