Beating to the rhythm of rhyming allusions
Illuminated illusions-
Thoughts of her
The warmest may passes in a motion blur,
A mirage stirred by my hopeful breathing,
An impatient sun is seething,
Resolutions burning proud
I feel the music is a bit too loud
Trapping hope alive
The jazz and the jive
All dying a bit too slowly
Lying to a love laying lowly
Sinking as I speak
With all feathers and beak
Droning as I’m drowning down
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