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I have a thought and sing a song
dreaming about days long since gone
you and me, me and you
Tra-la-la turns into fiddle-dee-dee
it’s more than just a memory
we dance and shimmy, shimmy, too
A random explosion flows sublime
words and ideas fuse in rhyme
a heartbeat, a pulse, and I blush
Free-floating, hovering from above
mind and body, together thereof
moving in rhythm, feeling the rush
image courtesy of ☠ The Punk ☠’s.
Good describing. It’s kind of short though: you’re building up and then…end. I like what I see, however.
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Thank you, Sahara.
I agree it ends abruptly. Try as I might, though, nothing else comes to mind.