You're crying as you sing
to send a memo to his being,
and you would wiggle your butt
toward the audiences
whose hearts fall apart!
The air sits quiet,
Words blaze for nothing,
Day fails above the hill,
A summer fugue is woven,
fish flings wild under the water,
Bygones stir but no more matter.
to send a memo to his being,
and you would wiggle your butt
toward the audiences
whose hearts fall apart!
The air sits quiet,
Words blaze for nothing,
Day fails above the hill,
A summer fugue is woven,
fish flings wild under the water,
Bygones stir but no more matter.
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blessing.
ReplyDeletewow.
ReplyDeletesad yet lovely.
ReplyDeletei liked the playfulness of it, the last line is my favorite.
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