The jasmine grows In through the walls, Into the fruit room Its perfume blows The lucid sun Before the storm Around the cot where She listens to the hush of the corn The mellow rhyme Of slow rain falls Before the summer storms Swell round the fruit room And buckle the pip scattered floor... Ane the breeze from the west utters. The jasmine grows, Slowly uncoils Into the summer storms Baskets and blades Hang from the walls Around the fruit room A shipwreck in an ocean of corn. The jasmine grows In through the walls Into the fruit room Its perfume blows The lucid sun Before the storm Around the cot where She listens to the hush of the corn. And the breeze from the west utters.
it's so beautiful... I love it and It's the first time I listen this song
I enjoy gently pecking at my corn seeds with this playing in the background, it’s very spookily romantic 🐔😌 I also lay eggs when it’s on
A gorgeous song.
The jasmine grows
In through the walls,
Into the fruit room
Its perfume blows
The lucid sun
Before the storm
Around the cot where
She listens to the hush of the corn
The mellow rhyme
Of slow rain falls
Before the summer storms
Swell round the fruit room
And buckle the pip scattered floor...
Ane the breeze from the west utters.
The jasmine grows,
Slowly uncoils
Into the summer storms
Baskets and blades
Hang from the walls
Around the fruit room
A shipwreck in an ocean of corn.
The jasmine grows
In through the walls
Into the fruit room
Its perfume blows
The lucid sun
Before the storm
Around the cot where
She listens to the hush of the corn.
And the breeze from the west utters.
I'm dizzy......