And so we Weave

imageLonely leaf, where do you drift?
Beg you stay, you always leave-
By the hands of Nature shift
Thread of life and so we weave.
Hang Me up upon The Rack
Light Me up-last cigarette
Love, My heart it does attack
The words themselves of Don’t forget.
Hours left the Day is Slight
Wasted on Decisions loathed
Hold around My Soul is tight
underneath My skin is clothed.
Thickens As we see the plot
A space, A place for us, A lot.      2B

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