Tomorrow,
On a Saturday morning,
My songs would wake up to the high waters,
They’ll glide through the storms,
And sing to the summer,
Walk towards the west,
Looking for the meadows,
I’ll thunder through the hay,
And shine brighter than the lightening,
Oh well, I crave the impracticable,
But, Ohh what a waste,
If not!
Calling your imagination waste in the end,, isn’t foolish!!! Let’s appreciate and adore,,,😊
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A nice gentle build up then we get faster to thunder through the hay, meeting the lightning, before a little reflection with a tinge of hope. There is some nice construction here, the wording is simple to attract. Well done 🙂
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Thank you 🤗
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