Wednesday, 23 April 2025
Lucy
A cold wind blows,
it stokes my fear,
who remains in the know,
pearl doves arc above,
what else is clear,
so far away from love,
give me money for clothes,
everything’s so dear,
you're not a bad Joe,
detail those who're rough,
weather suits us here,
we understand the rub,
if my vision's slow,
It can still be clear,
we are never alone,
blreeze across the coves,
don't worry if you fear,
someone always shows,
dressed in my long coat,
spring is late this year,
kiss me to my toes,
eschew sympathy tears.
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