wishy washy
standing right there
watch those bubbles
no don't stare
up and down the staricases live
a step here, a step there..oh! the jive
washing up,giving it a run-down
it just lies there until sun-down
even as the sun rises
oh that razor-knife just splices
out spills the life-blood
the fluidity of life
here and there a divine thread
connect- no husband and wife
in between the inky black sky
the sky diver does try
again and again- like clockwork
waiting for the right stroke
the right divine pull,if i may
how he longs for gurudeva everyday
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