Monday, 22 November 2010

Castle Walls

The rough edges are just folded into
My pockets, save them for another day.
The hankie is busy being thrown away.
I tick tock through each hour, with
Each step and breath. Each beat of
Each heart, every stop and regretful
Start. And so when the leaves stem
Away from me, bloom and fall free,
over time could I take what is mine?
Pink and red, blue and green, hide
Them under a blindfold, stored far far
Away. Will it awlays be, me against me?

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