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Dripping off my tongue
Twisting into smoke, spirals lifting.
Grey and excessive
His face is painted
All over my hoodoo voodoo
All those glass beads
Shattering under my foot, in anger
The feathers hidden on purpose
Intricate patterns devoid
Yet based on flaws
They mean nothing to him
Like they do me
If only he could see
What I see.
Beyond the pampas grass
<Deleted User> (5984)
Sat 2nd Aug 2008 19:37
Wonderful Sean
<Deleted User> (5646)
Fri 1st Aug 2008 22:00
Hi Sean, he never will mate. His mind is trained to see only logical reasoning.
Imagination and foresight erased.
Good stuff, i like this one. But i'll bet you don't see the same as me beyond the pampas grass.
Janet.x
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Andy N
Mon 25th Aug 2008 20:31
The ending works particularly well here I think Sean, but it is another good piece!