Passerby

Passerby, please do not pass me by.
I cannot hear your words nor follow.

Your eyes cannot guide your liptalk,
They flashing too fast for your lips

Fluttering like newly butterfly wings
Just drunk with a marigold’s spring.

And the way your arms go up in air,
Your lips have little say in the dance.

Passerby please do not pass me by,
Drunk on new freedom from sense.

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