Tuesday, 3 April 2012

THINK OF ME

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I miss everything
about you
but you are in
another
world of
old teapots
cracked china
broken glass
Old newspapers yellow
at the edges
the music
of lost universes
lost in a time
all forgotten
you do not look
outside the box
of delights
instead
delve deeper into
a more 
musical time
where broken
strings
were not mended
The birds
are singing
the Sun looks new
again so open
your eyes and
hear a pretty
girl singing
and dancing in 
Spring grass
and think of me
nestling amongst the
roses.

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