Far from the chatter of the daylight hours,
Away from where the fireflies buzz.
The street lights hum with moths aflutter,
The river froths and churns.
She sits suspended in the air;
Her arms are slack, blank is her stare;
Oh she wishes, floating there,
For the river to take her away.
Apr 17, 2025
Apr 17, 2025 at 8:55 AM UTC
Far from the chatter of the daylight hours,
Away from where the fireflies buzz.
The street lights hum with moths aflutter,
The river froths and churns.
She sits suspended in the air;
Her arms are slack, blank is her stare;
Oh she wishes, floating there,
For the river to take her away.
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