Tonight, a spin of every kind
A pinch on every nerve.
Static, frozen songs you are
And melting molten earth.
A hurt, a burn, a lullaby
A tear, an answer, a familiar cry.
A whisper, laughter, a breezy sway
The rising sun on all my days.
Dreamer, drifter, stranger kinds
Strange are the words you say.
The way you move in your disguise,
Who wouldn’t be lead astray?
(photo by Priyani)
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