I am not the kind of fool
Who tells you stories of the herd
And draws the moon and stars
You've been far off the curve
And dehydrated on the shore
Flung out the usual norms.
Captivated truly
As my trivial senses got hooked
In your stable who's a custom soil
By the drenched aged farm
Inside the active land and seas
In which you came from
Abundant spills of beauty
In your smile and in your soul
By the name of the french lady
Who gave me cold teas
Under the waitress of the resto
Beside the town of the fleas
She gave me hope, another chance
Another dance in the opposite polars
We trance.
And she gave me things I look forward to, another dance inside the collared cage, we tranced.
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 7:06 AM UTC
I am not the kind of fool
Who tells you stories of the herd
And draws the moon and stars
You've been far off the curve
And dehydrated on the shore
Flung out the usual norms.
Captivated truly
As my trivial senses got hooked
In your stable who's a custom soil
By the drenched aged farm
Inside the active land and seas
In which you came from
Abundant spills of beauty
In your smile and in your soul
By the name of the french lady
Who gave me cold teas
Under the waitress of the resto
Beside the town of the fleas
She gave me hope, another chance
Another dance in the opposite polars
We trance.
And she gave me things I look forward to, another dance inside the collared cage, we tranced.
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