Robert Perry Poems

I am full of words. It seems a battle rages here,
Where the music of my dreams somehow accompanies my fear;
As a tumult and a rage, and a terrible display
Of violence, the stage is set to crumble and decay.
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the colour of your voice
is not difficult to describe;
it's almost the opposite of yellow
but without the harshness.
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Your heart has found a friend
You wait so long for Summer's end
Through your window
You watch, and wait for..
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Dew-droplets on grassy ground, satin spun on fallen leaves,
Stillness echoes all around, air touches it, and as it weaves
Its quiet way, a lone bird sings, a lost voice rising, disavowed
Endeavouring to find her wings, and set upon another cloud,
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Leaves tumble

Tumble and fall
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