Sunday


Winding mountain trail.

Take me by my hand, fragile and weak.
As the river races, to meet the sparrows,
Only here in this room, we dance. Dance
Slowly, sway back and forth. Follow me,
As the music fills our souls, only we exist.
Loud as birds singing, the room begins
To turn into night. The stars fill the sky.
Believe me when I say my love never
Ends, it’s all for you. My light is on and
It’s past midnight. Trying to find myself
Through this day, through these months,
Through this year. I can see you at the
End of every tunnel. Bring your soul
And fresh water for me.
I need anything
I can get.

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