hoshi

the colors in the water

the tingles in the wind

what will we remember

when life is thinned

days move like comets

did we find a hold

or do we keep tumbling

chase the fool’s gold

all we ever have 

is where we ever are

hold me close and fly

kiss me on this star

 

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