Number Eight

Leaves turning
swishing and swirling
your heart screaming
in beats
in dreams
golden brown
and slowly churning
words to tumble soundless
like coos and poems of
(I'm thinking of you).

The bittersweet taste and yearning
for winter soft and stinging
I'm learning
like old photographs I hang
on tiny trembling twine strings
believing in
you.
and dreaming
semantics silent
still understood and beneath the breezes
trees to turn to leaves
swishing
your heart screaming
"..and I believe in you!s"

Number Eight by ~MusicinRegine

Leaves turning swishing and swirling your heart screaming in beats in dreams golden brown and slowly churning words to tumble soundless like coos and poems of (I'm thinking of you).
The bittersweet taste and yearning for winter soft and stinging I'm learning like old photographs I hang on tiny trembling twine strings believing in you. and dreaming semantics silent still understood and beneath the breezes trees to turn to leaves swishing your heart screaming "..and I believe in you!s"

Drag and Drop to Collect

-Music in Regine, 2007

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Leaves turning swishing and swirling your heart screaming in beats in dreams golden brown and slowly churning words to tumble soundless like coos and poems of (I'm thinking of you).
The bittersweet taste and yearning for winter soft and stinging I'm learning like old photographs I hang on tiny trembling twine strings believing in you. and dreaming semantics silent still understood and beneath the breezes trees to turn to leaves swishing your heart screaming "..and I believe in you!s"