Ordinary day.

Won't it be an ordinary day
where the seas still cradle, and the moon still
boughs at eve,I'm prolonged by my ability to reach my sorrow, in a place so far to grieve,
won't it be an ordinary day
Where blue skies tame the birds that fly, and flowers lay so close too I,
In a medley only the bees know well, for sorrows seek me there too dwell,
Where extraordinary life is then embraced, and minutes held are not two faced.
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