Bend
like rubber
You
never want to do
You
dropped your way
Leaving
the moment to the wind
The
sound on the chopping board
It
rings the sound in the air
The
devil rises from his slumber
Dripping
wet to get the score
Driving
a hard bargain to get the ore
The
drumming in the mind to score
The
sorry state of affairs to read
The
unfulfilled dream sleeping in the mind
The
wind blowing the palm leaves
Bending
it slowly brushing it carelessly
Pushing
it to the ground telling the need for it
Then
the wind stop the unfulfilled need arises
“You
can't do it to me!
I
need to touch the ground”
The
wind laugh blowing it hard
“Is
it really? You should be hung high and dry!”
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