Miracles

With a light heart

and a clean start,

with a joyful leap,

Summer’s Rain

comes to play.

We diddle, fiddling

jazzing ,rasping golden wings.

We live long, ah

We dig boney beats,

We see our friends in the street, yes ,yes,

We laugh hard

We run wild – flower -chile,

Life is good….

 

 

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