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There, I sat on the bench under the chandelier of twistin' florids After quivers against winds from a turning season And blessed the earth carpeted with decaying leaves Where October forespent upon the feathery bank So I hung my hammock between the trees And rested my head like a good ol' vagabond My sketchbook is full of your symbols Sure I did drink coffee in the morning But still hazy I am of you I played with foams aphrodisiac As I rowed a wooden skiff with my oars Over a river of many dreams I folded manyfold So I praised this holy enclave of lights so beatific For a mill in the dew bobbed nigh a brook so bucolic I taught birds to sing like O tengo duende, cariño! Highland cattles flocked around me in curiosity The empty breezeway records lolling memories like a music box I remember that old professor with faded glasses Looking so profound but frankly tired Saw something in me, and I felt understood Transparent orgamis slowly penchéd to the sound of violin On the surface of a calm lake In an early morning Where a Valais Blacknose stretched out its heavy trunk and Quenched its thirst, with love, in peace
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Oct 12, 2024
Oct 12, 2024 at 11:31 AM UTC
On the Bench
There, I sat on the bench under the chandelier of twistin' florids After quivers against winds from a turning season And blessed the earth carpeted with decaying leaves Where October forespent upon the feathery bank So I hung my hammock between the trees And rested my head like a good ol' vagabond My sketchbook is full of your symbols Sure I did drink coffee in the morning But still hazy I am of you I played with foams aphrodisiac As I rowed a wooden skiff with my oars Over a river of many dreams I folded manyfold So I praised this holy enclave of lights so beatific For a mill in the dew bobbed nigh a brook so bucolic I taught birds to sing like O tengo duende, cariño! Highland cattles flocked around me in curiosity The empty breezeway records lolling memories like a music box I remember that old professor with faded glasses Looking so profound but frankly tired Saw something in me, and I felt understood Transparent orgamis slowly penchéd to the sound of violin On the surface of a calm lake In an early morning Where a Valais Blacknose stretched out its heavy trunk and Quenched its thirst, with love, in peace
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Oct 12, 2024
Oct 12, 2024 at 11:31 AM UTC
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