Motion given melody
Gazing like music to symphonic stars
Wet grass just a prelude
To lying on our backs
Heat strumming a tune
With cicadas in step
Not to break the orchestral silence
We hold our breath
This canon of nature
Resonance humming an octave above
Trying to save these days
Doing all we can
To not crack a smile at the rhythm.















Comments
Wet grass just a prelude
To lying on our backs
I can just picture that in my head...
trying to save these days
doing all we can
amen brotha
lovely.
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you didn't used to notice
the smell of wet grass?
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a rat became the unit of currency
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All I know is that I know nothing.
very
brilliant!
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I love the ending... it puts it all together and puts me in a musical mood...
I feel like going out and lying in the snow for a while to look at the stars...
Thanks.
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"Everytime you plant a tree, God masturbates and its my turn to kill a kitten." - E.H.
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