Meg Lealand Poems

Dream of distant cities
Dream of choirs or song
Dream of buried treasure
Waiting for so long
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Warm swell
Lit eyes
Beaming face
Nice suprise
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A perfect day
Should never end
Just press 'replay'
Again and again
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Why are some songs so annoying?
I mean, do I really care,
About the way to Amerillo?
Or who's waiting for him there?
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Sometimes, the kindness of others,
Overwhelms me.
Forgetting war, and poverty, and greed-
Just for now.
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'Mum, there's an elephant in my bed!
I think it just sat on Teddy's poor head! '
'Come on, don't be silly!
It's probably just Milly!
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Stinging
Tears springing up
Close your eyes
Hold them in
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This flower is one of darkness.
The petals are velvety black.
The thorns are spiky and malicious:
A rose- but does goodness lack.
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There's a crack in my curtains.
Light's coming through.
Makes sense- it's only half eight in summer.
I'm thinking about what could be out there.
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Tick tock, tick tock
Got to stop watching the clock
Hours pass by
Watching ceiling as I lie
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