Friday, 8 January 2016

Empty Nest

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Playing with words

Or in with fire

I burned

The blisters bubbled

And I lost confidence

Wandering mind

Created enigma

In the meadow

I strolled for some reason

Empty nest of hope

And the love birds of happiness

Both caught my eyes

Like the mirage

Both played their part

Perplexed and thrown

In the desert of the real

I waited for the magic to work

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