simplicity of sundayA Poem by sea lily
she's felt it before,
the fear to turn your back leaving it bare. feeling their whiplash tongues. an absentee for many motives- eight hours becomes twelve as you push to the grind and drink, oh drink, social alienation prevention. but within herself she prays to be stronger than this. she waits for her man to return from work and finds a restful heart in the making of simple things. most contentedly is he, etched in graphite by she. oatmeal and raisin, rainy day and camomile tea. © 2009 sea lily |
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Added on July 26, 2009 Last Updated on July 26, 2009 Authorsea 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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