Vesuvius

Basically, this is a poem which I'm posting for the benefit of Anna (and Mr Kite)

It flows through me

Down my spine,

Oh sweet melancholy

Will you always be mine?

And if I froze this moment in time...

How can you make me last forever?

Everything in life is grey,

The wind blows us away

And with everything around me,

I'm in your birdcage; still, I'm free.

The End

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