Wrestling

Paper

A bird, shaking a feather

Their nesting place exists forever in the park

In the parking space where everything is tethered their resting place exists together

In the park

In the parking space where everything is tethered their resting place exists together

Coiled safely, in the field of white heather

Breathing softly and connected for ever

In the park

Coiled safely, in the field of white heather

Breathing softly and connected for ever

In a park

Coiled safely, in the field of white heather

Breathing softly and connected for ever