Writing whilst listening to a song from the Moby CD

stones kicked, dusty jeans
worn out boots, jus’ walkin’
watchin’ the sky, the sunset

simple things, beauty in the
illuminated skies
daylight and nightfall

watchin’ the clouds roll over
the sun giving one last
burst before the rain

hands in pockets daydreaming
smelling the rain ’bout to fall
all by myself

thinkin’ would diamonds
give me wealth or the simple
things like a walk deep in thought

breath in the sights
kick the stones don’t
need diamonds

for beauty is up high
and below and all around
kick the stones with dusty boots

heaven all by myself

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