sighing for what man, poet
gloves off, bare knuckles
a perfect poem, knockout
the desert flowers, disagree
back to the rainbow, watching
above us the million things
minimal left cross, strong right
you'll get up and fight on
ah it was only a rainbow
lawless, in scattered pieces
all the stars you see too
reading is the moment lost
ReplyDeletethe lost live
in such a moment
they are the pages
turning
dust turned
it's lost in the moment
we read
Ah - t'was only a rainbow - but hey a lawless one ...
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DeleteI think my comment here was meant for Stuart's poem !
ReplyDeletesorry about that
but I do love a lawless rainbow !
Deletethe lawless
rainbow fits
I'll wear it
the lost live
and a knockdown
ReplyDelete...get up
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