Dynamite In White
If I could climb in to a song it'd be one that you sing
Your voice, it soothes like morning dew on fresh new grass in Spring
Its fragrance is of lilacs that bathe my sense of smell
In beautiful aromas, pure bliss under its spell
An aural sonic palette of colors that delight
If I could climb in to your song I'd live there day and night
I'd weave within its melody, unhindered and unbound
I'd place an orange orchid on the cords that make its sound
If I could climb into a song it'd be one that you sing
And never would I leave again, content in everything
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