You sing me stairways
tangled in your melodies
and the smell of breakfast
though I can't fly with you yet
(for technical reasons)
How brief was the moment
you taught me to fry eggs
yet it still overloads my heart
and is the light in my kitchen,
you understand this
always singing by the window.
I hold your songs
like a breeze holds flower petals
and summer
holds the smell of ripe fruit...
tangled in your melodies
and the smell of breakfast
though I can't fly with you yet
(for technical reasons)
How brief was the moment
you taught me to fry eggs
yet it still overloads my heart
and is the light in my kitchen,
you understand this
always singing by the window.
I hold your songs
like a breeze holds flower petals
and summer
holds the smell of ripe fruit...
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