Martha
Martha's Dance of Freedom: Unraveling the Timeless Echoes
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Martha she listens for the ticking of my footsteps
Martha eagerly anticipates the sound of my approaching footsteps.
Patiently
She does so with patience.
She sifts the hairy air that's worn and wood-swept
Martha sifts through the air, which is filled with hair and carries the scent of wood.
Pleasantly
This activity brings her pleasure.
She does as she pleases, she listens for me
She acts according to her own desires and eagerly listens for my presence.
Martha she calls to me from a feather in the meadow
Martha communicates with me through a feather in the meadow.
Fly to me
She beckons me to fly to her.
You can dance and sing and walk with me
She invites me to join her in activities like dancing, singing, and walking, where dreams may fade, and shadows may grow.
And dreams will fade and shadows grow in weed
The transient nature of dreams and the emergence of shadows in difficulties.
She does as she pleases, she waits there for me
She acts freely and patiently waits for my presence.
She does as she pleases, her heels rise for me
She acts freely, and her excitement or anticipation rises.
My love she talks to winking windows as she murmurs to her feet
My beloved communicates with winking windows and speaks softly to her own feet.
Thoughtfully
She does so thoughtfully.
She separates in laughter to my side
She breaks into laughter and comes to my side.
Caught for me
She is caught, possibly emotionally or romantically.
She does as she pleases, she waits there for me
She acts freely and patiently waits for my presence.
She does as she pleases, her heels rise for me
She acts freely, and her excitement or anticipation rises.
Martha she keeps her heart in a broken clock and it's waiting there for me
Martha entrusts her heart to a broken clock, awaiting my return.
She weeds apart through a token lock, what a great thing to be free
She navigates through a symbolic lock, celebrating the freedom it brings.
She weeps time, starts unspoken, but when the gate swings there she'll be
She sheds tears for time that remains unspoken, but she'll be there when the gate swings open.
There she'll be, in green sun, on blue earth under warm running shower
In a serene environment, Martha will be there under a warm running shower.
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