Broken, Forgotten Things

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I found it in a field

One little dream

Under a fence, how wild

The sweetbriar air

Roses twining upon the fence

Wakeful rainy nights

My soul, singing among the trees!

I shall stay here: here you can see the sky

No one left to speak too

Just fields and fields of roses lie

Bring me these dreams that

Take my breath away

And leave broken, forgotten things

There is no grief for them

In dreams, you see

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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