good luck everyone...
The Returning Child
Sat around the crowded tableWrangling chair legs and buttering
Conversations about banalaties and
Being bathed by full cool moonlight
Is a fair enough sweet delight.
There is smoke in the air...
Then one by one my souls depart
Killing my heart yet keeping me close.
Causing fears to become unshadowed.
And somehow
As I open my eyes there is always a child
Quite near...
Now how do I keep it fed?
Poetry by jenks

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Written on 2012-02-02 at 01:40




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