The Air Waltzes
The air waltzes with your echo,
it’s a rhythm play, pause, repeat;
I can’t make out the libretto,
the air waltzes with your echo;
A beat that pure instinct will know,
leaving you in the driver’s seat;
The air waltzes with your echo,
it’s a rhythm play, pause, repeat.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2024
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