poetryA Poem by sea lilyfor gwen, my lodestone.
i told a friend,
at friendship's end; 'you cannot understand the poetry, of a vintage dress and faded jeans.' and she said; 'poetry is reality not some imagined fancy. trains and oceans and bookmarks and romanticised intoxication. you call this poetry, because that's where you live. in an unreality.' © 2009 sea lily |
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1 Review Added on October 1, 2009 Last Updated on October 1, 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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