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Liquor Garden Lullaby
Sitting on the gravel rested bench
Listening to music perceived like being in a hidden speakeasy.
Watching the purple lights shimmer off the contrasting white and red guitar as a little blue dress strums and the drums drift softly through the air-
like laughing gas in an open chamber.
The tent lights twinkle like early autumn fireflies misplaced in a Pacific crisp air.
The chatter of the beer garden melts into a tangible wave of lulling background to the lyrics that shift as though they're moving through honey "don't let the sun catch you crying" a tip of sorrow on one the leaves of happiness.
This cider taste like home.
© ZombiPanther
Listening to music perceived like being in a hidden speakeasy.
Watching the purple lights shimmer off the contrasting white and red guitar as a little blue dress strums and the drums drift softly through the air-
like laughing gas in an open chamber.
The tent lights twinkle like early autumn fireflies misplaced in a Pacific crisp air.
The chatter of the beer garden melts into a tangible wave of lulling background to the lyrics that shift as though they're moving through honey "don't let the sun catch you crying" a tip of sorrow on one the leaves of happiness.
This cider taste like home.
© ZombiPanther
