The Lucid Songs We Sing
What colour is your blues
For it always fails to reach our spring
Adams abreach
And Eve's the moment
Our gardens sing
If the stars don't reach for you
At least the sun will greet you
Provides the light that allows smiles to blossum
Illuminates the soil that greens your pigment clean
And on to June Bugs you remain unseen
Did you finally settle that dust that rose
With the winters you miss I grow
It left you at a spring time breaze
Did you roll up your sleeves, fall to your knees
draked in the soil from which cotton seeds
Did you prick your skin and bleed
Did you lie in a petal of roses and read
as you gazed upon a sky that refused to die
Did you wish for the frost
To touch the wind and fall subordinate to the cause
And as April died
You realized how much you hated
The fact that summer was over rated
Yea as April died
You thought about how much you hated
The fact that summer was over rated
"songs of a blank season"
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