(no subject)
I spy...something ice creamish! Betcha all can't guess what it is. Don't try, I'm sure it'll be wrong. Wrong a long dong pong. Ping-pong!
Let me tell a story of a butterfly. No, maybe not. Ahha, poems.
Come dance away with me on
moonlit streets and moonlit lights.
The brush of rain
on sidewalks,
and the golden shine of streetlights.
We splashed once, long ago,
down the rivulets by the gutter,
and, hand in hand
twirled our umbrellas.
I sang a small lilting tune
that haunts these nights.
My breath fogs at the windows,
and the rain beats down.
Let me tell a story of a butterfly. No, maybe not. Ahha, poems.
Come dance away with me on
moonlit streets and moonlit lights.
The brush of rain
on sidewalks,
and the golden shine of streetlights.
We splashed once, long ago,
down the rivulets by the gutter,
and, hand in hand
twirled our umbrellas.
I sang a small lilting tune
that haunts these nights.
My breath fogs at the windows,
and the rain beats down.