Creator Of Mirages Poem by gregory collins

gregory collins

gregory collins

live on on the alfonsina storni side of florida

Creator Of Mirages



The sky turns blue and scratches my back.
I am one of the many children in the rain
they will never understand,
and i got no need to explain the rich man.
We all see the sun going down with chances to be made.
We all see a new world until dawn,
and then i forget to go home again
and stay this way forever.

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gregory collins

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live on on the alfonsina storni side of florida
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