ADDING A LEAF BE INTO A BOOKA Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudleystand so high go into there what's this but a-rough patch of fine growth a-fallen out within on the right on the left broke thru I opened up to the lines extended rains that really moves my eyes have swum I let it go I cried out blood, sweat, art be into the tide floats up in spaceseeing brightly be unto the thick stone darkness it is widely unknown to be there, be into the thin lights be into the open air awhiles O', as winds before me side to side Heaven uncertainties piles in shall I ask so what isn't it thus fragment it's alright, I gave it as my earliest discord, records sure envisualizing more mirrors I say let it flow smoothly weeps O', as winds be into a candle be into a bell be into a part of the road connects seems complete within my award for Earth adding a leaf be into a book but if not by this likely be your last chance or third placebe thus fragment my methods my madness is forgetfulness memory lapsesa-hidden ray adrift what's special with everything I see are you aware be into a walk beautiful, cool abstract of it all them ponds with lilies of crystal this is soon looking out than this at the back for insight the worse partincluded counts with you be into my arms near my heart that guided me onto my best is yet coming thru fast gleaming consisting of unrest so should I fall submerged or flattened by O', clear moon showing up be into the tide becomes large a poem stands what thinks I might be OK a-plum I'll make it there today or tonight I felt the stream swell turning be into the chair backward hat on whirling a feather unaware this wooden frame spinning webs leaves in treesbeginning than then began me O' knowing, falling drawing on coloring pages O', clear moon showing up be into the tide becomes lakes small a poem what thinks I might be someday OK cool beans © 2022 Robert Robbie Lord Dudley |
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Added on February 4, 2016 Last Updated on June 23, 2022 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 |