Floating Away
Waiting fading and floating away
I sit and wait to pass this day
The sky is purple
The sun is red
Upon summoning the peaceful dead
Do your fingers itch?
Are you pistol whipped?
The ground is white
The trees are yellow
The other day I met a nice fellow
Copyright © Steve Meadows | Year Posted 2009
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