I thought I’d never see you again
But here you are
Forming in the air
Along dusty roads
You part your lips
To speak pure poetry
You'll need a lot of tools
To cultivate the land
Did you know
You’re a poem to me?
Your sapphire eyes sparkle,
Your scarlet lips smile
You’re forming here like dust
Or sugar in the air
I see sugar all over the air again,
Over skin, pale and tanned,
Dust flying all over the air again
On country roads
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