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Tramps like us

by ImJustFine 3 reviews

If you tend to think things are either beautiful or ugly, it's time to wake up. It's morning.

Category: Poetry - Rating: G - Genres:  - Published: 2012-09-11 - Updated: 2012-09-11 - 161 words - Complete

1Ambiance
On sleepiness and silence in the still is how she flies
beer-bottle companion of forgotten dreams
and lukewarm poison fumes
together they set course to search for the sea

Bless you dandelion child
smile up at the sky
rise up through the dirt and grime
to see the clouds roll by

The roof never once stopped her arms from reaching for the sun
she fled into the sunset with a cry
the forest was on fire and
she'd never before seen a flame that caused no smoke

Bless you dandelion child
smile up at the sky
rise up through the dirt and grime
to see the clouds roll by

But summer cooled all over with the august rain
her dreams would have to find another way
they're searching for another warmer place 
to comfortably accommodate their stay 

The beauty in a messed-up child
smile up at the sky
rise up through the dirt and grime
to see the clouds roll by
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