Wrapped
Sitting under the tree with me
Waiting for a feathery breeze
Are you staying in my company
To wipe my nostrils
Should I let out a sneeze?
I would love a paper and a pencil
An apple with a yellow coconut
A peppermint gummy
To ease the wind out of my stomach
As I compose delicately
Whilst trotting on the leaves
I would be a year
Figuring why your eyes draw tears
Why your open wounds won't close
Even when there's no split on your face
I'll continue to see quality
Through the thing you use to gaze
Harmonica will switch her occupation
To write an application I'd accept
Then I'll welcome her with respect
With care for her aplenty
Her shelter to the Sun's rays
The ink will run out
But my speeches will always replay
We will swing in hammocks
Until the moonlight shines the dusk
Reigning in another day
26.10.2019
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