I could only see from beneath her wanderous eye
Even from afar she’s still in sight
I long for her breeze and warm light
Clashing like fire and ice
Too much for me to grasp
I feel a ripple and hear your sound
Like one of a paradiddle all around
Approaching softly
Out of her ken until again
She lost me.
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 3:11 AM UTC
I could only see from beneath her wanderous eye
Even from afar she’s still in sight
I long for her breeze and warm light
Clashing like fire and ice
Too much for me to grasp
I feel a ripple and hear your sound
Like one of a paradiddle all around
Approaching softly
Out of her ken until again
She lost me.
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