Oriana

Can you identify, that easy thing, between moon and sky, what has been emptied, makes other parts cling, to this waterside, you need no inquiry, when dreams become nothing, and then buried, who needs a Dime, when we all think, here’s such a good time, some drive Mercedes, laugh as they sing, stuff that makes us happy, each stage of life, can end in a blink, some kiss their wives, in a summer's twilight, you might hear it ring, like bells on a kite, our need to believe. .