Tap Water On Viola Strings
Behold a world from green to gold
It's bold to assume It was foretold
Little sprinkles in my coffee mug
Maybe I'm a little smug but I'm snug
Autumn's lullaby wraps me in a hug
Viola strings on the floor
Covered in tap water gore
Nature's sweat one might fret
Patchwork quits frayed I know guilt
Another day with my cloud brother
Floating lazily and lopsidedly crazily
Predawn fog has my mind acting hazily
From the window I behold
A world from green to gold
And my heart sings
Of tap water on viola strings
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