imaginationA Poem by rosemary keogh
I lay still in my sleeping bag. Looking softy to the sky. The stars I see around me. They go for miles and miles. The sky so clear behind the stars. Stars shoot by like racing cars. I feel im living out in mars. My imagination dont surprise me.
As imagination fills my mind, Pictures form within the skys. The smiling faces of cuddly toys. Matchstick men with silver eyes, Smiles so big they make me smile. Bowing their head they look refined. My imaginations running wild. and that just dont surprise me.
I lay chilled in my sleeping bag. Smoking weed of every kind. The moon is laughing at my mind and that just dont surprise me. © 2012 rosemary keoghFeatured Review
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6 Reviews Added on March 21, 2012 Last Updated on March 21, 2012 Authorrosemary keoghdublin, IrelandAbouthi in new to this and would like to get better. im a mother of 5 children and a carer. so if u like or if u dont plz leave a comment either way. thank you hope to learn a lot from here. :) more..Writing
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