I ask for an hour in faded twilight hung over branches so sparse.
I yearn for that moment when the chord change camera swoops over my perfect moment and I can't help but smile like a fool.
A time without seconds when It is all that can be and an ocean of fields blow in effortless winds.
Ice cold waters trickle down flesh so responsive electric charges setting off fireworks in a world only we can see.
Then the Robin perched on hedgerows of plenty and sings to a place where it has all that it needs and wants seem a petty thing to you and to me.
Words seem a trite form of expression when pictures form in front of you with no description colours bleed over everything and tears no longer seem sad.
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