Sarah Three

Can you identify, one easy thing, between moon and sky, what has been emptied, makes other parts sing, by this waterside, you need no inquiry, where dreams become nothing, and then buried, who needs a dime, when we all think, it’s such a good time, some drive Mercedes, laugh as they fling, this stuff makes us happy, each stage of life, ends in a blink, men kiss their wives, in a summer's twilight, you might hear it ring, a bell on a kite, some want to fly.