Waiting
Some count the time;
Until longings satisfied.
For those aware;
Opportunities laid bare.
Sway of the night
According to worn trusted lore
One stroke three makes three score four
Harried hush lullaby
From who did Mary learn to lie
Mixing spirts bold with vigour
Crescendo, aplomb
Come hither
Rush and crashing
Swirling lights
Movement trajectory
Swim out of sight
The beats boom
The hooves play
Wander where she will end today
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