I long to hear that song again
Like it was when I first heard it
The pleasure of its newness
As it played out to the end
Close your eyes and see the lights
Psychedelic in pulsating colours
As you rocked the sound and look
Dig it and hear it as your sound.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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Rich flow of delightful thoughts and beautiful images. Exquisitely and movingly penned. Thanks for sharing, sir.