give it time

bloom

 

give it time
the music said
please
radio waves in the night
notes from the weatherstation
he sleeps in a chair
tucked in the corner
undisturbed by the sound
soft voice escapes
no one hears
turn the arrow
thinking of the melody
I wonder who thinks of me
while I am dreaming
~

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