Return To The Happy Park Poem by Nick Stanton

Return To The Happy Park



It`s best now not to know
Just get lost in the spinning breeze
Until the ripples start to slow
And the edges start to freeze

Scan the blurry cars
Circling in space
It might as well be Mars
Or another lonely place

Best not to think of blame
Or which moment was the start
Keep running from the flame
Standing still will break your heart

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