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At that picture, We have found none

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

thereaboutsnever donestops shows now forever search, on a pagetogether stonessomething crumbling, I'm gonna shine it on Thoughts saw something everyth..

Pale light, Love moon

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

O just afore yet it sets on uslets get lostover there where it don't get darkview your escape bright lines firstly forwards looks& may we rock quickl..

ALL HEART OF THINGS

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

What? I'm underA soft cloud coverTrims the cloths, ah! sometimesleft offI can be fine with thatHard lines by heavy rainsWhat? I saw asleepWas it makin..

This will be a consideration

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Carrying steps in pockets the irony is enclosed, isn't it possible?Will we ever go atop feelinggreatWith curtains drawn old letters promisedThings asi..

Behind all falling falling falling

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Out spinning off atop of thoughts within my mindI felt the rocks bust'd by gripping sitting twist'd rags, switchesare thrown upon one fuse at a timeev..

Seagrasses are enjoying in the sand

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

True did you get this almost all at onceLays up-side-down dawnLooks at seagrassTheir enjoying in the sandThey that washes ashoreFrom somewhere elseEve..

If life is a dream

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

half hidden dreamsIf life is a dream while inner childfound lost found a floweragain the long dream brighteran inner ghost is smalland big hida-buried..

Gently gentle are shadows lost at tides

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

Dead brakes thru for shapes conquering emptiness you willuntil following thus candles, Re-capturing utmost walls for worldsWhat's here insides the..

How sweet in the air it is on one day off

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

my only day off I forgets griefs and relax outta order later onfor a while enjoying very muchabsorbingfor the most things just coffee and jelly toasta..

A Long Slow Narrow Sunbeam Waiting Inside

A Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudley

How you sees me play whenever we starts up from within without faraway worn out nearbyfor a stretch and put on my shoes and walk you todayalongsidesI ..