Under an amber sunrise The world becomes empty And sadness envelopes my mind Beauty is arms length But just beyond my grasp Brown worlds in a crystal bottle Arms that hold my imagination I reach out counting every passing desire and all each one becomes another false hope With dreams of the perfect creation and arms that can reach the moon But dreams become reality And my beauty is the sun
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Comments (5)
It's just a jumble of words , that makes no sense at all
That's my opinion anyway..
It's just a jumble of words thrown together
and makes no sense what so ever
That's my opinion anyway,,
Kinda poetic don't you think?
Kathy