Boxcars
Walking through a dream....
A thousand scenes with the sax playing
Aneath this breeze and amid the shade
Upon a warm summers day, to carry you away ~
While as closing your eyes and waltzing through time
Time, traveling to and fro as serenity takes hold....
Gently your hand to say what pain? What tears?
What grave? Carried away and this is your day
To simply smile while the wind blows and this sax plays ~
These dreams, that became a thousand scenes when
All you had to do was believe and then, breathe....
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....“Boxcars” *
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