The last flight with the butterflies
the only sound I could hear-
the gush of the winds.
the sounds I could see-
as many
as the colors of my companions.
My last flight with the butterflies.
the only sound I could hear-
the gush of the winds.
the sounds I could see-
as many
as the colors of my companions.
My last flight with the butterflies.
Aayaas sweeping,
Drill master whipping,
Students weeping…
The trees,
The sand,
The band and the breeze.
As I was staring through my school window…
aaaaaaaaaahaaaaaa! Now, after so many years, when i went and sat on the same bench beside the window, those scenes I could still see, albeit blurred, and though i went on a holiday.
I loved this song for two reasons. If the first one is obvious, the second one is that it came out of my fingers- the first one. I can’t decide the situation of the song, I am confused.
This is the FLstudio mastered version
baali 11:30 pm on November 8, 2011 Permalink |
Wah wah..
ringo back with keyboard!!
Priya 6:09 am on November 9, 2011 Permalink |
soothing
listening to this on a loop
9 1:08 am on November 10, 2011 Permalink |