Jonzo Bandwagoner - Crisscross

Our soft shadows crisscross,
I clasp wisp hands, they clasp mine

Shade silk strands link locks,
Golden lands, shining blue bright

Waning sighs silhouette our thoughts,
Dash and dance, the world will fly

The day is nigh; receding clocks,
Shadows glance, then ebb to night

Our soft shapes still crisscross
Despite

Jonzo Bandwagoner

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