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Nov 2016
You wanted me to sing
So I sang
You wanted me to play
So I strum
I strummed the strings of your bindings
My fingers tore at you edges
My eyes lay witness to your essence
You asked me to remember you
S o i wrote to you
We lived by the bay
Under the stars
Amongst the frey

You, yes you found a dreamer
You took a shot
It was well received
You asked for soul
You were touched
Captivated like a child

I watch and wonder why the wind blows so...
Serene
I wonder at our walk and enjoy each step, so fleeting
You wanted me to sing, so fleeting
So I wrote, so fleeting
Arabian Nights of Tampa
Written by
Ajibade Da Silva  Washington, DC
(Washington, DC)   
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