castles made of sand
wake up wake up
the moon she is arising
grab your ugly sweater
the one that amuses me in my dreams
and meet me at the shoreline
stuff your pockets with little candies
leftovers from late october
we’ll pick and choose as we please
lockstep in bare feet
we walk silently hand in hand
counting castles along the way
kiss me kiss me
for I fear I may be awakening
december two thousand nineteen
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I like this.
Thank you, Syd.
Your words are so beautiful.
Thank you very much, Devika.