Indie Rock
You are the great big surprise
In my lonesome forest stroll
A silent party of unchecked emotions
In filters of Instagram
As strangers waft in and out
Across the shadows and light
My heart splutters along
To the strains of mandolins and
Broken string guitars
And I fumble over
Torn rugs and empty bottles of wine
As kindred spirits dance effervescently
All around us with ribbons dripping from trees
Reaching towards us in whispery tentacles
The wind hums its prayers
Over pastel speckled skin
Shivers down my spine as I spin
Slow motion towards you
Murmuring words I had once forgotten
As our hands meet in a dance
just before our eyes do
I lose all sense of being
And fall into the magic of your world
My surreal fortress
My Indie Rock
Dee
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