Yellow Blue Dandellion


A pain in my side,
Mercy be by my night,
In willow high arches.

Perched on great orchards,
With legs that dangle,
An idea of my sight.

Sticks that step in forest path,
By the side of rocks forgotten,
The breeze is to awaken

another night,
another fright,
Another reminder I am broken.

The standing of a misled child,
By the edges of enchantment,
And the denial of your life bespoken.

 

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