Sawed Poem by Bob Axell

Sawed



I
Spy
With my
Little eye
A world full
Of beauty and
Sound and cold silence

I
See
With my
Eyes so bleack
A world full
Of pieces and
Partly puzzled allience

I
Hear
With my
Little ears
A clear melody
Of scenery and
Singing unreached greenery

I Saw
And I
Was awed
By the world
We lived in so
Partially
Flawed.

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