Too Late
I wanted to write about chasing rainbows,
But someone told of its beauty before me.
I wanted to tell of star filled skies,
The mystic milky way, of sand castles
Build ny lovers on a hot summer day, and
The evening tide washing those dreams away...
Ah! someone wrote of it before me.
I wanted to write a new rhyme of love,
About hearts and flowers, the heavens above,
Yet, someone wrote of it, before me.
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