Mon 17 Jul, 2017 11:48:52 EAT
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When my mind's bizarre and unsure
Up I stare at the azure
Iridescent with the broadcast of artistic sketches
Traced by the cumulus as it stretches
Pattering my feet away like a fashion queen
Mindless of the tufts of endless carpet so green
Gently stroking the caked feet underneath
The blades of the grass emerge from their sheath with stealth
Off the grass cover now on bare groun'
Dull but gleaming a perfect bakers brown
Wait till the cumulus are heavy and it starts to pour
Stare blankly as the droplets persecute the ground at your door
And in parallel fashion stirs up a scent
Am I the only one who experiences this live event?
Earth, my art palette, and in a bid not to be left outta the bracket
The bees perfect joint, a wave of floral scarlet
As a pen-off
Let my black inscriptions be the perfect send off.
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