Gradual Return - Trixie Whitley

Look back at the ole wisdom…

Once founding out on, the living room.

Momma’s perfume sit’s a way too soon…

You forgot your sister’s made a name…

But fitfulness, never tasted the same and…

Forgetfulness, doesn’t run through our vein’s but

This is my, gradual return…

This is my gradual return…

Woke up in the night from Lightings Voices…

As if a Guest of Beauty’s, Beauties Mysteries…

Listen to the sound of the ole town store (s)…

Elderly stories soaking into young ones bones.

But fitfulness, never tasted the same… an

Forgetfulness doesn’t run through our veins… But

This is my gradual return

This is my gradual return

This is my, gradual return

End to the chain of my cautionous

Take my Mommy walks, in a level with the truth.

When I need a reminder.

All that Love from you, but I

I’m contemplating outward Joy

Where Joy once found

As if, a guest of a quest of, beauties rich needs…

This is my, gradual return

This is my, gradual return

This is my, gradual return

End to the chain of our cautionous…