The deep blues color the dusk
As nothing else has been planned
And nothing left, in these empty hands
Daises droop down, into the grass
Waiting for the sun to lift them up tomorrow
And I allow this boomeranged sorrow
The one I sent away
When nothing else was planned
It's senescence though, is out of my hands
If I could only come back as daisies tomorrow
As if it's been timelessly planned
But my clock work suffers, from stuck hands
A cold blue night is upon me
I don't want anything to be planned
I'll droop down, maybe you can carry me in your hands?
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 20th, 2024 00:01
- Category: Sad
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Comments4
Such a sad piece. I felt sorrow and regret here amid the drooping daisies. Even the thought of a drooping daisy conveys sadness. They are such a delightful little flower when they open up to the sun. Have a pleasant Saturday Alan.
Daises are beautiful indeed! Have a great weekend!
Hey Alan, have you seen breaking bad .. I think it was brilliant .. and your gift here is Sadder than Sad .. Neville
Yeah I've seen it in parts ...
Sadness yeah, just a guest, an interesting one....
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