Let me get a taste of passion; The fruit of life
I want to begin again where the memories were born.
When the moonlit sky danced on the ocean
And city lights twinkled along the shores.
Our adventures had no start or end
Meandering through wilderness and concrete
We would devour elixirs that fired neurons
And you would dance in the green grass as the sun rose.
Our sacred spot on the river; during hot summer days
Like kids we just wanted to play.
I can’t think of the words to say; wish they didnt take you away
Without you around; its so hard to escape.
I miss you J Bird.
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