Pass(Verse)
Drifting slowly,
looking at the neatly dropping orange rays.
Seeing all the gradually spinning plains.
Not a drop of rain.
Turning slightly,
thinking of a time when all was green, not gray.
Stuning sunset into a bank of clouds this way.
Purple mountains leisure under me.
Hanging motionless,
Thunderbirds array a flash of yesteryear,
of yesterday.
A distant thunderclap awakes me as if to say,
I want to pass over you.
There I go.
looking at the neatly dropping orange rays.
Seeing all the gradually spinning plains.
Not a drop of rain.
Turning slightly,
thinking of a time when all was green, not gray.
Stuning sunset into a bank of clouds this way.
Purple mountains leisure under me.
Hanging motionless,
Thunderbirds array a flash of yesteryear,
of yesterday.
A distant thunderclap awakes me as if to say,
I want to pass over you.
There I go.
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