Sun

Mid afternoon arrived with triumph as emerging victorious from behind the mass of defiant white clouds came a fiery orb.
Cherry

Red

She wore a red bra under her thin white blouse.

It will be so nice

8:24 the red digits of the bed-side clock read, I look my left and see the sheets moved on your side, I'm about to get out of the cosey warmth of the covers,
Cherry

Sextillions of Infidels

Hazel and Jorani are stranded in the boondocks of Maine with a broken-down car and ton of teenage angst.

We are lost yet you are free

Alone now, I walk down lonely street feeling empty and rather hollow as a cold wind blows in a surviving echo of our defeat A bitter tune that I cannot follow not if we want to win

Nikes golden wings

like delicious coffee to my lips my feet swallow the sweet miles and I awake like a butterfly from a cocoon on Nikes golden wings born to fly for but a while the distance does not diminish

Don't Look Down

When I was at the shop the other day I tried and bought a skirt in mauve As I went up to the counter to pay there was a cheap jumper rail Two ladies staring at me made me look behind

Wake And Run

Wake and run To meet the light Of day to find Beyond your sight Your work begins But with all might Come home to bed To stay the night Begin again A newborn day And round and round

WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING?

Running up that hill with Kate Bush, Spinning around with Kylie Minogue, Kissing a fool with George Michael, Walking in my shoes with Depeche Mode.

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