Soaked in silly reasons

A lot to do
But only if you don’t put me under deadlines 
I will decorate the settings
Of what I write 
But will I not  labour on the meanings 
Don’t abandon the island 
I plead 
But by then 
I have been promised cool
Breeze
Filtered by your hairs 
Soaked in silly reasons
Moody and meandering 
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