A Beacon School
Dot
Outside when narrow
The sun on the wire
Lilting
To understand
The invitation
Again
You felt it come true then
Etched in a blinking
Pattern you can’t forget
The color’s unknowing but the landing seems close
Cuz it’s no different
Light shifting
While all the rest fills in slowly
You find your head fizzing softly
And you swear this all feels new
But it’s no different
From Letras Mania