The pretty girl laughs.
Swaying in the ripples and the reeds.

Releasing her presence in aromatic anatomy.
Waving to the river daughters.

Walking high, nose in the sky goody-two shoes.
She hums, golden swans of fortune fly with her.

Kindled by and burning flames rise in her eyes.
Flickering mystery between the lines.

Gladly burning bridges.
Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again.

And I am Just one man beneath the sky.
One that hears her silent cry.

I know you too are lonely.

A thousand miles of moonlight later.


*thisis what happens when you OD on Floyd*

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