A Short Song

I bleed nonsensical whimsical tunes
And you.
You are the eternal muse that wrangled on my heart strings.
And we.
We are lyrical genius floating on a drift.
Abiding all seasons we float on.
Hair unbraided
Bare feet and carefree.
Write on. Sing on.

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