Wouldn’t you believe
pigs might fly?
Wouldn’t you be aware,
there is a pair of tranquil but flying souls?
Surfing and cruising together with a solitude-minded, flying pig.
Across and within,
gently emerge with their burning hearts,
two solitude paths in one.
Wouldn’t it be a celebration of
silent rejoicing?
Nobody wonders that
it could take off
in a spring flight.
Wouldn’t it be able
to set a reunion destination?
Nobody knows:
their tranquil souls have
reasons
but won’t say and
we all know.
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 8:45 AM UTC
Wouldn’t you believe
pigs might fly?
Wouldn’t you be aware,
there is a pair of tranquil but flying souls?
Surfing and cruising together with a solitude-minded, flying pig.
Across and within,
gently emerge with their burning hearts,
two solitude paths in one.
Wouldn’t it be a celebration of
silent rejoicing?
Nobody wonders that
it could take off
in a spring flight.
Wouldn’t it be able
to set a reunion destination?
Nobody knows:
their tranquil souls have
reasons
but won’t say and
we all know.
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