Perfect Tranquil
A cloud of perfume lavishes your atmosphere,
A perfect tranquil ether in the open mind,
Words become so hard to say when you are near,
I wish myself beside you as the days unwind.
A crooner holds a mike aloft beneath the moon,
The sky at night burns red above the highest hill,
I dream a perfect tranquil of your coming soon,
My vision fixed on you when the world stood still.
A rolling meadow tumults to a silver stream,
A taste of summer mingles with a lemon rain,
And when you realise that this is not a dream,
Our perfect tranquil time forever shall remain.
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