'Peace' said Kanegawa
When we met
His head was a magical mysterious aircraft
Heightened gas of a little light bulbs he had chewed
That morning
'I don't like too many people'
Peace! Peace! he said
He banged his guitar
Let it be
Let it be
He sang
He don't like wearing tags neither jeans
Strictly clothes made of hemp!
He wishes to live by the candle light
And disappear in the forest
With just a single hammer
'I'd like to live by my hands'
Yes! Kanegawa
Your feelings are quite genuine
Some nights ago
When you found your Chillum pot broken
You blamed us
You shouldn't have acted mad Kanegawa
The dragonflies are dying before you
Swallowing the purple sky
Copyright 2006 Roshan Tulachan
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and the blinding imagery
outstanding
bravo this one I so enjoyed especially this fleeting line.
"The dragonflies are dying before you
Swallowing the purple sky !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wonderful
Light & peace Joselyn