marchA Poem by sea lily
my hems gather street-crumbs,
they're strewn across my floor and spring sun cannot scatter the thoughts waiting at my door. houseplant sitting stagnant in a corner clouds pressing nearer to the ground my heart becoming more remote his voice the only sound. © 2009 sea lily |
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Added on March 26, 2009 Author
sea lilyUnited KingdomAboutI'm growing out my hair Like it was when I was single It was longer than I'd known you I had no money then I had no worries then at all But with such a high standard of living. more..Writing
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