Somewhere, something stutters
by 
Earl
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Posted: 08 August 2006 Word Count: 94 Summary: New, but harks back to a series of poems about self discovery and deppresion |
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In a field of broken flowers
i'm picking at my dreams
searching for the remnants of reality it seems
whilst somewhere, something stutters
and freefalls into view
It's you.
In a field of broken flowers
where the poppies petals lay
rejoicing in their brokeness
they turn from red to grey,
countless pieces of me mournful
passing silently away
In the greeness of her eyes.
Whilst somewhere, something stutters
in a chaste and mindful wind
sending fairies in their multitude
my paitient wishful kin
under blue sky and in olive fields
To find myself again.
i'm picking at my dreams
searching for the remnants of reality it seems
whilst somewhere, something stutters
and freefalls into view
It's you.
In a field of broken flowers
where the poppies petals lay
rejoicing in their brokeness
they turn from red to grey,
countless pieces of me mournful
passing silently away
In the greeness of her eyes.
Whilst somewhere, something stutters
in a chaste and mindful wind
sending fairies in their multitude
my paitient wishful kin
under blue sky and in olive fields
To find myself again.
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