hope
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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 15 ก.ย. 2024
- On the third turn of the tape,
The seaside recorded on the C side,
The black tape plagued with memories churns,
The clouds above swirl
And start a dust storm below,
As I spin with whimsy on a whim,
I go out on a limb, and risk my skin
Trying to voice what's kept within
And dance within the turns of
Vapour, as it swirls,
I imagine I'm a piece of paper in the wind,
I turn the pages of my own book,
One by one, they cook as soon as they're over,
Oh, Fate - bemoan her, but only while you're on the move.
I turn the pages on my own - look!
As they catch aflame in the blazing heat of my movement
Against the friction of the wind
Very poetic!