The bursts of laughter heard from fifty feet away
The cool Saturday night
Leaving me inarticulate
Euphoria in the moon
Latin songs play a couple houses away
The cheering of one's celebration of their birth
Out they are yet in here I lay
With the sound of millions of tears shed on the other line
I listen
I dare not to speak
For what the mind seeks is for ears to drink their tears
Oh Saturday night, let there be glimmer
Of millions and millions of fireflies waiting to shine
Can one truly reach euphoria?
Oh dear Saturday light
Bless me as I sleep through your night.
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Author:
Adam Shirley (
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