Friday, 9 September 2016

Before The Winter Came

Strolling in the summer haze
With laughing from the swimming pools
Carried on the breeze
She found some leaves 
And made a pile and ran through them
Before the winter came.

Driving in the summer breeze
With the chattering of broken Chinese
Coming through the static
I found some white noise
And made a beeline for a whiskey stop
Before the winter came.



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