A wind carries a tranquil peace
Bland and calm a gentle breeze
A caress a touch a swift fast turn
Cool of sensation my heart it burns
Serene takes over the devil’s thoughts
What’s so evil is gone, not sought
Touch and go and off and on
Is what feels light I’m relying on
Saturday afternoon is nice… you know?
A fresh new psyche my skin it blows
Quiet still over my looming lake
Silence lies above a memory fake
Attention I crave in my trended past
With wealth and fame and blinded lust
No more I need like ash and dust
Plainly I seek this gift to last
Saturday afternoon is nice… I like
Sunny and breezy and everything alike
I want to put my past behind
What my need was all it binds
A wind carries a tranquil peace
Bland and calm a gentle breeze
Saturday afternoon is nice… coolness
Total up is really my new clearness
rOy.
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