Swish..sweeping away
the breeze churns my poise ..
like a loud knock on the doorway
it renounces my respite
taking away my breath unchecked
it signals and sirens aloud
with the strings stil humming in my head
welcomes me aboard
the train of thought continues
images pass me by
of a girl close to tears
of a lad strumming the guitar... nearby
Let her cry..the song goes
Let her sing...it says
Let her be..it strums out
"when the sun comes up tomorrow"
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