The I - I AmA Poem by PerditionI am not one for the milk of roses Nor the peach of promises, dangling from a branch I am desert grass The snake from oil Come the run and you will see Come And let loose your fear It is a burden to this world There are fields still waiting like love inside a grave Like the way your eyes tilt when you hear the clatter of leaves or The rustle of bones on the evening train… No I am not one for the roses Just a simple wing for the ivy stroll. © 2013 PerditionReviews
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Added on August 25, 2013Last Updated on August 25, 2013 AuthorPerditionVAAboutTwo quids from the clown of a soul: Keep writing, otherwise I refer to Mr. Cobain below, till then go " to dream of untriangulated stars" Mr. Robinson... more..Writing
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