Wanna live on a warm weather island
Wanna grow a free-man’s
summer burn
With warm eggs from
chickens
And footprints on wet
sands firm.
Should there be a
raindrop,
I will capture it
between flutters of lashes and eyelids
The soft crystal glowprints
a story,
You may need to hold
me as I bend to listen.
Is it just me, or
do you hear it too.
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