I guess this is a poem

On Kristin’s Songs

They’re flowing water
     (Bubble Net)
They’re gray rocks of different shapes and sizes
     (Rubber Bullets)
They’re green trees sparkling with post rain diamonds
     (Status Quo)
They’re crashing ocean waves
     (God’s Not A Dick)
They’re rolling deep ocean swells
     (Diving Bell)
They’re gorgeous field flowers of yellow and blue

They’re tall grass.
     (Snake Oil)
They’re beautiful skies of blue studded with Simpsons clouds
     (Echo)
They’re rain, too
     (Shotgun)
They’re hurricanes of thunder and wind
     (St. Christopher)
They’re the sand beneath your feet
     (37 Hours)
They’re waiting
     (Me and My Charms)
They’re tears

They’re laughter
     (El Dorado)
They’re an empty, sparse room
     (Tuesday Night)
They’re red and orange
     (Freesia)
They’re forest paths
     (Vitamins V)
They’re seashells
     (Slippershell)
They’re slate
     (Deep Wilson)
They’re a maroon velvety room
     (Glass Cats)
They’re warmth

They’re pure sweetness
     (Serene)
They’re airy, free
     (Krait)
They’re cliffside flowers
     (Red Eyes)
They’re a white-glowing blue
     (White Bikini Sand)
They’re despair
     (The Letter)
They’re dreamy and flowing
     (Crabtown)
They’re brutally cold
     (Torque)
They’re smoky and bare

They’re nature. They’re beauty. They’re truth.
They keep me dancing.

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