Blue, the air was full with your cheap perfume
Blooming on a Sunday afternoon
Like a flower bows her head to a hummingbird
Diving down I follow you to distant worlds
Words began to crumble into each other
And time and space have lost all their worth
Like children dancing in endless circles
Words spoken so fragile they stay perpetual
As brightly coloured as painted dreams
The faces blur and my question lingers

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