When all these came to a pause,
my palm reached and fingered the puffy cotton;
feathery snowflakes descended and soared,
my palm reached and fingered the puffy cotton;
feathery snowflakes descended and soared,
it's summer,
brisk and spirited.
When all these run and chase,
brisk and spirited.
When all these run and chase,
time swipes and passes sedately;
on the yacht I spattered the web,
in the meshes,
in the meshes,
the memories tangled and seized.
Life,
goes on.
goes on.
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