“on a sunday you were mine
the orange morning curls
bringing the tea cake to my lap
filling a cup with peppermint
and clover pearl
as we step into the light
shaking the sugar from our coats
noticing where the woolly thyme
has grown in spurts “
εσυ πορτοκάλι
εγω μέντα
και η κυριακή να μας πασπαλίζει με ζάχαρη
για να γλυκαίνουμε με μια αγκαλιά.
member of Magic Hands
here debut and solo.
ethereal
heart beats.
Lyrical songstress Lucy Roleff finger picks strings, hums & claws at the piano. Her music stems from a childhood devoted to classical music, opera and a particular summer’s day ten years back when she discovered folk & lyrical realism
“achingly haunting and deeply poetic, Roleff’s music captures the nostalgia of the troubadour, along with lyrical art song”
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