Seasons changing,life re-arranging. Making mirrors.
Wild and mild, 2 days away from being a child.
Why this, Why that. Surfs pumping, passions flat.
Like two day old fizzy drink, cant stop the ink, Blink.
New line purchased and the weathers fine.
Chocolate mouse, following a diet, whats the use.
Supernova, big bang blast,cant stop to think, mind to fast.
Snap back to the stanza, where pancakes cooked garnished with Bananza.
Creating a poem. That rhymes but now its time to stop. Like
The sun on a solar eclipse, Black within the day. Time to move away from the screen and look within and without.
Cant type, no movement. No love. Just the grace that echoes and permeates through air’s lips, until it reaches the crescent where the summit is hells hell and your beauty is smooth like lightning but quiet like space. No more words just an empty pool, where we skate and re-create the universe the way we like it!
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