Can’t go back, it’s not…not anything

I would though, if I could

Flying things, good things, happy days

Vanishing things.

Wonky stars, hiding things.

crumbling old road, crunching rocks

twirling, dancing stars

If only I, if only I could rush,

Rush away, rush back, rush forward

Rush into the night

And look back, grin as you look

forward to see a wobbling sun

smash your night apart


By Milla

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