another day, another way
to tell you how the stars faded
and the sky turned into a rhyme
with the clouds jaded
and like a firefly
the sun came by
and peeked it self over the hill
and held a lullaby
in the sake of you
singing a song
too many words to know it all
too much feeling to let you understand
the curves and depths of this bend
that cupped the first sunshine
and made this world mine
rising and falling to the colors of flowers
might we dance
might we prance
the ways that this sunshine is
all of us.
mary
synchonization.
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