about time for the music to keep on spinnin'
and the world will makeshift dances around it's molten centre
because what would existence feel needed for,
if no life enjoyed the sounds of our singin'
so while twirling mysteries of sunshine's calls
meet the honeysuckle hums of the bees
may the picnic smiles and champagne sips
among bags and bags of baguettes and cheese
be remembered
and loved.
-
Fin.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Heya friend, I'm Red!
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Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
By Adam Diehl5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
This was extremely wonderful! Your imageries were so vivid!
Your poetry skills are phenomenal! 🌟📚 Loved every word! 😊