Five AM. Five AM.
Someone turn the radio on.  
Six o’clock, then, six of me then.

Still can’t hear the radio on.

One turn it up

Two turn it down

Three turn it up

Four burn it down

Can’t hear the rain call

Can’t see my tears fall

Feels like I’m drowning

In a fairy thrall

Fairy. Fairy

Ring around the rosy.

Do you hear me?

Do you see me?

Will you let me be?

Yes and no.

No and yes.

Do you know what I know?

Love is sweet.

Love is deep

But your love

Is never free.

(C) S. Harricharan

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