Category : Poems

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We coming down a mountain after a looong trip 

And you still not happy baby 

Drive you cross the coast
So you see the beautiful 
countryside 

Where the land splits the sky, and water

But you still don't smile baby 

All the birds sing for you 

Sweet and true as the blueberry juice dripping off your lips and chin

My sweet little bird, you still not happy 

My mind off in eternal meditation

No more to please your ears

I live the breeze
The ride of the wave 
I'm fierce as the bird soaring skies far and wide
Or the cat that prowls His land

A god in his majestic trade

I like when the music fades as we coast to home 
This is all I wanted