4.40 a.m. in a
Yellow coffee cup
Slumber flirts with
Their brown and black eyes
Something must have been said
Something had to be said
Fingers make love
Noses rub
Lovers, humans, they might be
And yet a green silence hangs
Over their souls and peace
Eludes them
And Marley sings
No woman no cry
Through tears in his eyes
And a hole in his heart.
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