Like a jazz, like a song faster, as if you me wants to reach...

Like a jazz
Like a song faster
As if to You me wants to reach
As if in Your red
The Peach
me finds a pitch
Of a jazzy tune
Rising of a sandy flowing dune
Blown to you like a gust of wind
As if She hath planted me in you as unseen...
Like whispers careless caring
Like a tune by Michael sometimes daring...

Loud in me for You thus singing
Ears mine by You thus ringing,
Like a jazz
Like a rhythm faster
me carries me like a chapter
Of a book unwritten yet written by You
Already , like the fall on leaves the moist of your teary dew...


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