The
house moved around them like an angry storm,
Only to settle down into a beautiful jazz song.
He soon left with the promises of morning tea.
The morning remained reclusive, so did the tea.
Finally, the moon settled down with the fall of night.
Only to settle down into a beautiful jazz song.
He soon left with the promises of morning tea.
The morning remained reclusive, so did the tea.
Finally, the moon settled down with the fall of night.
Then
there were kisses and there was wine.
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