Monday, 12 May 2014

Southern Style

Floating mirrors on the sea of uncertainty.
A book full of ryhmes and a shelf full of dust.
Restrained from the halls and broken by the bin.
Call to the soldiers and soon from the sea.

Broken by the barley corn
every thing to be its own 
A laugh for none and one to say
Here is the poem and there is the day.

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