Tuesday 30 July 2013

A River of Tears

Rain. 
Chill in the air. 
Set in - for the day. 
Desire? 
To wander camera in hand, 
A Poets mindset 
Floating on a river of tears 
For a world lost in its own unrealised mediocrity. 
It tugs at my sleeve 

Like a tantrum filled child wanting its own . . . 


. . way; 

The World. 
Tug, pull, push . . . Push, PUSH - Pushing. 
So much to do, 
To be done - time, 
Not enough. 
Time. 
Sometimes, 
Just some-times, 
One does not comply.

Doullan

A Very Wet Start To The Day


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