HopesA Poem by Rose DowningJust a list of my hopes.Having no life and not seizing the day,
is the sin of a dirt water town.
The Devil take all of you sinners away,
may he burn this whole place to the ground.
I hope the foul smoke lifts me up to the sky,
I hope I can swim on the rain.
May it wash the smoke soft as a lullaby,
I hope that I never get sane.
I hope that my madness can fly me away,
far away form the rational ground.
Having no life and not seizing the day,
is the sin of a dirt water town.
© 2011 Rose DowningAuthor's Note
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Added on February 9, 2010 Last Updated on May 8, 2011 Tags: Devil Death pain fly flying sin AuthorRose DowningThe Road, ORAboutI've been traveling all my life throughout the pacific north west. I grew up mainly in cities, country ranches, country bars, cemeteries, and the burbs. I'm also fun at parties. I've won 1st place in .. more..Writing
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