Quick skip step glide


A random thought to fill the air
One blank moment to stop and star
A fleeting dream
A sudden breath
A stifled word
Just met its death
My random thought
Seems to have fled
Jumped to a passerby
As I nod my head
I think it escaped
While we were in motion
As a smile
Found his face
In joyous emotion
It looked like my thought
That took root in his Lips
Cause he just kept on smiling
As he merrily walked
With a quick skip step glide
And swaying his hips

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