Poems from groovedwarepeople

On golden bough he once sat astride That leafen face, green dark-eyed Midwinter sprites once danced in white Pending return of the warming...
I had such a good day and went to bed late After turning sixteen and been out with my mates But when I awoke, something was wrong I got up...
The echoes of your mind reflect the passage of time Mere flashings of images from past days so sublime Cherished memories all now riddled...
Of Earth born and all shall return We age till of the urn we yearn   Of Air we need and of that we plead Knowing that soon of pain be freed...
Mum
I visited my mother just yesterday For far too long I had stayed away Frail and weak on a hospital bed Smiling while knowing what lay ahead...

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