Seasons of the mind.

As the tide rushes by my mind drips honey
Your entering into my love circle
After this time
Is juicy
Like a cornacopia
The wind knows
Is your friend
God
I would trust you now
More than before
God
You will have me
Even if death has me
I would be with you.
 
As long as there is a dime
I can roll it down the street
Sadly it is nothing
But a little money
So it is not the miracle money
I can only listen to it fall away
You my loving
Not fall either
Or weird,
Last time I saw you
I wondered if you know.
That a light had formed.

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