ANYTIME

wet footsteps on the floor

cotton clouds

the magic of music

handcuffs the soul

providing anywhere

travel with eyes closed

the heart steers

without disappointment

onto a wide porch

waiting for sunset

lightening bugs

send signals

to the fortunate

the best place

to be

is the one they

dream of

 

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