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A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays
One moment they were there and we were having funNow they've disappeared, every single one.I don't know where to go and I'm feeling rather scared
More Pointless Questions
which glass do you
A bowl of glass
or a pond that ripples
Her pockets are never empty.
She says pockets are for running.
So she keeps them full,
Stuffs universes into them,
And says it is just the essentials.
From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold
If you open up my skull
You won’t see a brain in there,
underneath the skin and bone
All you see is outside me: my painted smile,the rosy-posy shell, the fluttery eyes.A butter-won’t-melt-in-my-mouth-type me
And we are living.
Isn't that amazing?
How we manage to beat all.
My little brother loves superheroes.
He wants to change the world,
get the keys to the city and save the girl.
I watch the films with him all the time,
Next door live three old ladies. They’re sisters, well into their eighties, but to us kids, they seem beyond time.
The phone ringsBut never long enoughFor the Slow Man.
By the timeThe set’s switched onHis favourite programme’s over.