Monday 11 July 2016

What they are trying to tell me.

So I sit here,
With the sun in my face,
Listening to he birds, planes, helicopters.
Wondering what tune to put on next,
And whether to get my book,
From the side of the bed.

Deciding not to write,
About last nights nightmares,
And what they are trying to tell me.

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