Soft to the slow and take me as I go
In vino veritas, show me down low
What waves whisper--creamy sand
We touch a moment smooth a hand
I like to lick languidly-deep in gray
A gentle mellow dulcet-let us sway
Placid in a calm interrupt us before
I feel the grains a time mirror moor
Let the rain come, and say I do you
Feel the sinking melting of her blue
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 12:32 PM UTC
Soft to the slow and take me as I go
In vino veritas, show me down low
What waves whisper--creamy sand
We touch a moment smooth a hand
I like to lick languidly-deep in gray
A gentle mellow dulcet-let us sway
Placid in a calm interrupt us before
I feel the grains a time mirror moor
Let the rain come, and say I do you
Feel the sinking melting of her blue
When we let the leaf carry us to our destination, heaven or hell, I feel like we get a better understanding of what it means to let nature's slow, airy ways take us away so we can say "let the haze laze us in a glaze."
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