grey ones and blue ones
round ones, square ones
old ones and new ones.
I pour them slowly into my hand
anticipating my trip to never-never land
each a doorway to the escape I seek
I swallowed greedily, ignoring the tears on my cheek.
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.Janis Land-Raymer
This is sad Janis and very highly emotional, my ultimate high is life. There is so much in living that gives us a natural high. Street drugs or abusing prescription drugs is not the answer. A 10+++++ for content, writing, and subject. Love & hugs, Barbara
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sad poem... See my private comment on title... Colin J...