Saturday, 25 April 2026

Poem 252

 

Days shinning into the dark 

Each curve i explore

Love needs to be pleased

It’s all just a dream, floating down stream 


Driving stoned blue convertible 

A beach touching her thigh 

Today i feel the breeze

It’s all just a dream, floating down stream 


Sun lit floats the blossom

You’re the shape of perfection

Tomorrows feels the seed 

It’s all just a dream, floating down stream 

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