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Arrows
Clouds have been changing
Pushing crisp air beneath the trees
Dancing willows
Daffodils bursting among the buzzing bees
Saving arrows
For the one worth the kissing sting
I can see you dancing
When I close my eyes
Swinging around without caring whose eyes might be watching
Your delicate arms
And, feet so bare
Digging into the dirty earth as you swing your auburn hair
And, laugh the most beautiful laugh
I can hardly wait to finally hear
This harmonica sings of longing
From setting sun to early morning rising
Purple horizons
Perfectly tilting my eyes towards a time
Of sounding sirens
As arrows pummel our porcelain skin
