Fly
This love, Is like rain in the dark, Sparrows on the ark, Whiff of the morning sun, Sea breeze, but you can't run. This love, Is toxic as elation, A path with no destination, A hunch with no meaning, Sick with no screening. This love, Is like a storm in a teacup, Salvaging a hiccup, Dusty in a summer seize, You want to let go, but you keep. And this love, Is soft as my stranger, Plays with your ranger, Comes with no caution, Leaves with a concussion. Let it fly. Oshan