TRULY DEEPLY IN THE GREAT MOMENTA Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudleyi tore away the mirror off the wall putting it out there this push all of that i don't get to let go the thoughts O' amends thus so the shattered pieces on the canvas you're right i know it's not how to but carry on O' will hope and et cetera your dust outta doing anything still sounds well
although we are going fast you're let loose in paradisemy parakeets is singing speaks loudesti've already been there-on wings from coversthose who wake the forest my dandelions done this view is without compressing sides true what do you think of me dialogueGives me a hug from your wings unfolding the wet blanket yet we lets sleep so easily O' indeedy we do our best a glowing glimmer shining with the morning with glitter in the bowl deeply in the great moment brought me the dawning do you still want to believe went on and on and don't while you wonder why by the silvery reflections rejoice as when the light is up floating hope flying above water brightly fading over such a dark night drowns a-reading off emotions is values to go so poetically of probably to me speaking to my heart seeingwhat kinds of things seems my mind's full of dreams i tore away the mirror off the wall putting it out there this push all of that i don't get to let go the thoughts O' amends thus so the shattered pieces on the canvas vast empty spaces can i know it not how to but carry on O' scattered pages O' will hope and et cetera your dust outta doing anything still sounds well
although we are going fast you're let loose in paradisemy parakeets is singing speaks loudest i've already been there-on wings from coversthose who wake the forest my dandelions done this view is without compressing sides truewhat do you think of me dialogue Gives me a-hug from your wings on roots to a-branch© 2021 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley |
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Added on December 15, 2015 Last Updated on August 29, 2021 AuthorRobert Robbie Lord DudleyRiverside, NJAboutACROSS THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. Life, Thyme leeds rails rushes a begotten hold only copes oh, poetry a random ray of yellow light shining sky golden drops in fields trickles b.. more..Writing |