Tell me that this cup of tea,
Will cure cancer,
So I don't start to cry.
Let this dance be magic,
And ease the pain of death,
So I can feel alive.
Make each ride on flying fox,
More than momentary escape,
From the stress of each day.
Please tell me the little things,
Will fix everything,
Because I don't know what to say.
Will cure cancer,
So I don't start to cry.
Let this dance be magic,
And ease the pain of death,
So I can feel alive.
Make each ride on flying fox,
More than momentary escape,
From the stress of each day.
Please tell me the little things,
Will fix everything,
Because I don't know what to say.
This poem is new every time I read it. Remind me to do that more often.
ReplyDeleteThank you for even reading it once! :D
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