Cabaline xxx

3 people in a room
Each doing their own thing
I wonder what each of them think?
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I am a raindrop
I have fallen so far
With others of my kind
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It is extremely quiet

A gentle snore, wafts its way,
around the almost still house.
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She smiles warmly as she enters,
and tries to greet everyone,
with a cheery 'Hello! '
But when she opens her mouth,
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I have my first cider

Look at you
Swanning around like you own the place
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My patriotic side has broken free from its restraints!
April 23rd has been circled on my calendar,
since the day it was placed upon the wall.
My flag takes pride of place, and my red rose,
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to- Start At The End.
this all makes sense for you,
how to read this poem,
After all you figured out,
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A bright, hot, sunny day.
Under the sun a bee flies.
It buzzes from picnic to flower.
The flower it lands on is picked.
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A girl lived her whole life.
Forever held, on puppet strings.

They bound her hands,
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I lay in this state,
drained of energy and fight.
I don't know what it is,
the illness or the medication,
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Like a Lonely Flower,
I'll stand and I will wait,
for you.
Seeing others getting picked,
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The Dark Lord,
weaves his way through a crowd,
and brings himself to the forefront my sight,
and my mind.
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The flourishes of the pen, assaulting the paper,
taking an imperfect object and embellishing it with words.
Taking an imperfect person and swathing them with,
similes and cryptic clues.
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I pick up the 52 pieces of card,
each different but all similar.
The four primary suits, that 13 cards
each wear. The 2 colours, splitting,
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It was such a sunny, pleasant day,
our group of friends were gathered.
We chatted and laughed,
until I happened to glance at you.
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Quite late at night, I sit and think.
My whole body aches. Head, eyes,
stomach, back, neck. So very,
exhausted. Everything is empty.
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Alone in the kitchen,
a tired head is buried in worn hands.
The ashen, greyed hair, flattened by palms,
which have done so much.
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He blunders into the spotlight,
to rounds of excited applause.
He begins his act.
Messed up magic tricks,
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Last night when I curled up, sleeping.
Through my mind you tiptoed, creeping.
Quietly manipulating every dream,
adding your influence in every scene.
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What an injustice!
To describe you using only words,
a task that can only be completed,
by insulting you greatly.
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