I’ll cross the Mississippi
my legs are far so pretty
rhythm the steps
any longer the drowning dawn
it’ll be back
take my green blue notes
for love is a dead ceiling
a sky of no sweet stairs
except for two lips I left there
and time, my a-roving boy
(ehi my babe there, liar of gold)
is but a floor
floating on tip-tap puzzle chords
for enchained blue-electric rains
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and time, my a-roving boy (ehi my babe there, liar of gold) is but a floor floating on tip-tap puzzle chords for enchained blue-electric rains hmm well done..its really a greta and rich poem with meaningful idea and the expression is very much poetic and sweet..liked it very much..appreciate your work..