Jazzy Morning
Sleepy state,
Slowly sliding drops
In my window
Chasing lights
Change my swinging thoughts.
Distant voices in my phone
Trying to break my head-
I don’t care, I don’t mind,
Time runs fast like sand.
And we both became older,
And days become colder,
But echo of our laugh
Still rings on
And rings on
And rings on
In this moist air again.
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