Thyme

The melancholy sighs set like a stain
Beneath nostalgic lies
Trapped in my brain

The smell of dew
The sight, the view
It trains

The mind to wander
And want
Wander I thought

The smell of fire it dances
Smoke on my tongue

A yellowed sky imposes
I long to be young

It's in the air its everywhere
The feeling of want

The smell of night
By daylight bright
I long to be one

With thyme



Credits
Writer(s): Kristen Merritt
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