Coasting

Coasting


Coasting

There is a place where
I went in my mind
Where winds are sky blue
In the ticking of time

The clouds are grey-green
Near the rim of all rhymes
On the coast of a dream
To the ticking of time

I’m coasting downhill
At a rate quite sublime
Then you walk down this trail
In the last tick of time

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