OmnipotentiaS MorganuS
(anti)Impressiones minores
Seasons came, seasons went
The winter stripped the blossoms bare
A different tree now lines the streets
Shaking its fists in the air
The winter slammed us like a fist
The windows rattling in the gales
To which she drew the curtains
Made out of her wedding veils
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, People Ain’t No Good