Zayla

You who always fight, see my robes of springtime hue, in your cotton stripes, within a sea of sharks, your smile arrives on cue, beams while I enter, throws no crass disguise, the lightness of balloons, you are that wise, I swing through the carpark, leaving the visitor's room, looks will take me far, they sail around my eyes, discard fake news, brook no bridge of sighs, am happy you're so smart, your spirit lifts the avenue, no need to say ta ra, you’ll beat these confines, nothing to refuse, give me the best dial, you're coming home soon.