Britannia Poem by Cee Bea
Britannia
you know
my love lay in Britannia
subtle shades leave shadows
of the obvious
still here you are
still here I am
the wonder left for
the blind
the ache obvious to all
hard drives a conscious
drunk are my fingers
alive is my mind
you will know, that
the truth is for sunday
what now is left
beyond the obvious?
I pen what
will never happen
that everyone save you...
might see
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