And so they wait
until they fall
out of love
Or a change
crosses one
Till then
they will swing
on the highest
roundabouts
with words of jest
and mirth of love
seasoned with argument
and the longing
for presence.
until they fall
out of love
Or a change
crosses one
Till then
they will swing
on the highest
roundabouts
with words of jest
and mirth of love
seasoned with argument
and the longing
for presence.
1 comment(s) to... “the dream of another...”
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What if they aren't swinging so high yet, and the roundabouts are beyond their reach?
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