For years I've hugged a dream
Not a very lady-like one
But then again
Who said, I am a lady?
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When did the children stop embracing
The wind in their hair
Downhill racing, bright orange skies
With no due care
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Straggled grass sits amid
Sediment sand
Eerie are the silent steps
Which stand in painful solitude
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There is an undercurrent
Flowing vile
Of beings
Ne-er reading or seeing just how much talent there is....
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Mist loiters with poignance
Enchanting near silence
With distant jubilance, beloved wood pigeon
Praise calls Dawn
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Its all so hostile within these walls
Mother screams
Father bawls
Children huddle, listen intent
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Your ocre tones capture my vision
Beneath the hedgerow
Beside the business grey road
Which snarls past your
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There's a comfort in the morning
Light on
Kettle
Toaster
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Squirming body pulsating pushing contracting
Doused
Lukewarm water shares space with beads of sweat
Smiles grimace through drips
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