...an old thought i stumbled on.
is all bustle and talk
what i say is quite simple
not profound.
Without knowing why
we covet the sky
yet our feet are in love
with the ground.
So if promises made
slip to their grave
smile on
It is tarnished
our crown.
And take the keep
of our dreams
a mind not so clean
to the river
to suckle and drown.
© Rik - 13/03/2006
Poetry by Rik
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Written on 2006-03-13 at 15:58
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Tarnished Crown
The road that we walkis all bustle and talk
what i say is quite simple
not profound.
Without knowing why
we covet the sky
yet our feet are in love
with the ground.
So if promises made
slip to their grave
smile on
It is tarnished
our crown.
And take the keep
of our dreams
a mind not so clean
to the river
to suckle and drown.
© Rik - 13/03/2006
Poetry by Rik
Read 643 times
Written on 2006-03-13 at 15:58
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