my steps move across the avenues
listening to bella donna on loop
already in this early spring
the tulips have lost their heads
in love with the elusive wind

high in the skies the yellow sun
asks the clouds to dance
she wafts past in her wispy dress
and teases him with a cool glance
but dissolves at his fiery touch

i would fly to the sun if i could
get there before the over full moon
to sing this song to his smiling face
be burnt by the heat of his rays
and melt into his strong hands.


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