| Open Poetry #46 |
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europe and everything winter |
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Tomer Senior Member
since 2002-06-28
Posts 1168Michigan |
I watched Europe from one hand With the other trapping the wind coming from the West. I watched until my eyes trailed along the dark terrain Slowly falling off the necks of people, shadowing the ground as winter approached, Like a tall, tall road where the only way up is with your hair curling Towards the forest of trees as the hands of time tuck away. I never sleep anymore, Never really feel what its like to dream So when the morning is just right, I take a long breath and watch the sky until I can see myself as a small boy, playing again, playing until the roads turned to dirt Playing until someone yelled my name, For those days I was free, but I still never dreamed, And I write this to the hands of time, Please give me time to think and dream, Let me finally be free. |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
Poignant. We'll pray for good dreams. |
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