Wednesday, 9 February 2011

A poem

You just live in cotton bud fields 
Nothings real just asleep just asleep
And sun sets do lie 
And flowers don't smell
Thought I knew you well
But the snail just hides in it's shell
Forgive me my love is forgotten 
My thoughts have gone rotten
My passion is ending
These words are now sending
All my fear
I'm sorry my dear
But the sound is too loud
I'm loosing my cloud
The chants are calling out
Walk as the chief 
Walk with lions
Side by side
Into the dark into night 
 

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