zondag 28 april 2013

Q


The forest expands around me
And I feel clean
I’m taking the trash out
I believe

A bit of faith
Hope and desire
Over the brim
Avoiding the mire

Dear sweet butterfly
Not part of our rat race
A hornet skims right pass me
A close shave

I am stung
by the beauty of these surroundings
Its potion rids me of life’s pain
A warm blanket of solace
Falls over me
Exploding blight untamed

I don’t want to head home
I don’t want to head home
I plead to forever remain
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