ian adams Poems

it was around the midnight hour
when everyone is asleep
i heard the fairies voices
the pattering of their feet
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laughter rings out
with cold desire
no smile will touch their eyes
and footsteps l hear
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beside a little pond i sat
a green frog on a lily spied
saw me staring into the pond
hopped and sat down by my side
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The chimes of the clock strike twelve
the old man breathes a sigh
stares distantly into the flickering flames
with sad and gentle eyes
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Years disappear amidst lifes flow
nature bequeath a tender sigh
destinys course a golden diadem
flows pensive with lifes tide
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little boy when you rest
my soul in waves of joy
dance and quiver from my heart
that here within this feeling starts
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From out of the depths
of this nightmare i dream
a low wail of anguish
reached my ears
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the wind moans
trees are moved
a leaf falls
to the ground
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Broken hearts today iam selling
for those who wish to buy
or a tale of woe iam telling
to bring a tear to the eye
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