nothing new everything old
already done
burnt out fadeaway fun
twisted pieces tied in nots
a lovely bed of forget me nots
deadly birds and horrid geese
nature brings me eternal peace
caring and sharing loving or hating stop the debating
crawl inside the deep dark hole and fall if only to unfold
love and dying both are crying to cold to bold
i seek the sky
i dream to fly
grayskys and sunshine fill the mind
full of all what could we find?
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