14 Sep

A sulking homeless man,

In a city on a bright day;

The wind blowing my face,

Accosting the free branches who sway;

Sitting alone, waiting,

For people who forget you;

Breathing in sea salt,

Or the soft air of a morning dew;

The waves of an ocean,

And the sound of their crash;

The serenity of lying under the stars,

On a field of lush grass;

The face of a little child,

On those commercials we all dread;

Watching the face of man,

We told to lead because of what he said;

Makes you wonder what to do,

In a world ever so blue.

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Posted by on September 14, 2011 in Poetry


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