Song 91 – Simple

Love is simple.
You meet one; man or woman,
do some talking
on where you love coffee
and ride on a bike or
walk on the alley.
 
Wherever that goes;
the only thing that matters
is that you can’t love;
but love happens
and wind blows to no command
but to nature. So no pretence.
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Song 90 – Writing on a dry day

My lines are filling
for nothing, and yet I think
this is gonna be read.
Who is out there
being amused
when a sad man is trying to lead?!
Roughly every day
I try to break into a smile,
make my pen to bleed!
But who is out there
being composed
when a mad man is trying to lead?!
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