Treasure Island

Floy Dy (Floyd) Ra (Floydson)


A snow flake goes MIDI


Once upon a time
very close
in the snowing time
I´ll arrive
as a snow flake
on your nose
transforming
in water
droppin´
in your notes
calling it
MIDI
create you
a song
do all my duty
before
I was gone
wishing
was fallen
into your
lips
kissing
a melody
out of your
MIX
move
converted
by Abelton
in your
kitchen
enjoying
your song
watching
the sights
of the season
all my life
was frozen
as a flake
for you
called Mary
my reason
the answer
was a fake
but the poem
was melting
on your nose
my make up
for you
me it was
seeping and
wiping
singing
how do you do

(c) floydfloydson Jan.18th,2012
http: //www.uni-verse.de
inspired and dedicated to
Mary Win (singer/songwriter) Tacoma

Submitted: Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Edited: Wednesday, January 18, 2012
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