Wind chimes on a stormy night,
If you wish, come true it might.
Spinning, swirling,
Twisting, twirling,
They sing like angels, they soar like kites.
Wind chimes in the morning light,
Rays of sun, they glow so bright.
Gleaming, glittering,
Shining, shimmering,
Like silver gems, such pretty sights.
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Lines ever more unclear, Not sure I'm even here...
I smell sweet cinnamon swirls, Swaying in the sand. Softly singing songs That I can't understand. Sweet cinnamon swirls, Saying simple sorry's. Softly singing songs That take away my worries.
Ice cream, green lights,. White shoes, warm sheets,. Cold glass, blue mug,. Gold clock, red rug,. Choc chip, dew drops,. Tea spoon, black socks,. Cream chairs, brown bears,. Mint imps, eclairs,.
#bestofopuss (my favourite to write) Wind chimes on a stormy night, If you wish, come true it might. Spinning, swirling, Twisting, twirling, They sing like angels, they soar like kites.
#household Banging on the rooftops Kicking down the door, Pouring through the window, I can't take it no more.
I can't help,. But be struck,. It's too beautiful, It's unreal,. Surely not,. Perhaps because it's hot,. A beautiful world,. I am truly in awe,. But simple things - grass and trees,.
Your curly whirly tail so ringed with desire, you swim in a pool of pure sapphire. A nose that points where ever you are, knowingly senses so near and so far...
I can hear the rain Crash on the window pane, Each drop it sounds the same. Although unique is each splatter... The little pitter patter, Tells me that the latter Of these statements are true.
| | | | | | | | | Where does the rain fall to and from. Why does it dash with such aplomb.
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