Winter’s people watching
As I sail from season’s four
To join some crazy ladies
In a game upon the shore
None of them with broken wings
But still refuse to fly
So with sweetness on my lips
I smile a last goodbye
four ladies
fly
from
to
on upon
with winter’s wings a watching
so I smile ss I sail to the shore
with some season’s sweetness
still
but a broken crazy
goodbye
people join
in game
of them none refuse
my lips
last