Five In The Morning

Early bird.
The loads of a dream.
Dirt washed by the rain.
Memory remains the same.
I fall in love with you.

Chimney smokes.
The swarm of butterflies.
Faraway summon of bells.
Hearts beat in unison.
I frolic at your song.

The prance of us.
Crowded avenues.
The louder sighs.
You get tired.
Scared to say goodbye.

 

2017

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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