I suposses what it was is realA Poem by Robert Robbie Lord Dudleybecause there-in I supposes what it was is real I unwrapped the black mirror when I think about it a glimpse it might delight me I still can in haste remember the mist to exist so just watch us get along O smoke I flung, I chaseall said and done hearing the way I know them afar across the space moving away pulling loosely at a thread joyously felt but steady goes up here or there glows together kindness holds still closer although blues above they were their grace for rights and inner tears overal are running and blowing pass time and no-one, no-one does that within this unsupported reason reachO mighty sparrow O blossoms in the dustbesides me as madness is vastness as you go by kept so early more enuffoppressively but not-so free while I can throw a little bit getsin the sky and I sigh for all the rest asides and here it comes againwe could saw a wooden mast fall in a strong wind it could be the worst what do you think at first seeing the entrance stands to what we're doing and that is this thought in my room disquiets and strives and some magic bags soon appears as stars in my arms insides of papers memories looms as the short sharp tooth was on it all as an wanton moon wanes wants complains, turns low, burns cool bubbles near me a surface of bright water I unwrapped the black mirror afterwards following but not so free gladly you and me torn and lonely in things a-drift within the tides and here-said by the words go of the wild and free with air and your stuff in the words there that losses their feeling no comparing the wisdom and the signs of care from everybody is living and trying and we're back that's where we was for much worse or for all better to having everybody is arriving in cans at infinity's corridors that had stopped winds weakens storms by reaching the top leaving, needing, a-leading ashore some strength might recover upon sands O cold stepping stones out of order waking up rebellious we're seeking exits stage left/p> catching up next on the path to new dawns outward bound floating and not-so roses gladly on a big and lonely boat soonest rowing oarsover nights beats two hearts by oaths held in the hollow rowing oars over nights, stars and you spoken we togetheraways off the ground to see pouring at once passing me to plenty showing down the streets at swells seeking more is it in words flowing in what words gone the midnight is special reciting yours only me taking on forever we're the situation loud we call out against it in nonsense that losses its stance no-one else, no-one does chance within this unsupported reason reaches O mighty sparrowO blossoms in the dust to right something left, you can: we can get around fast where-on your answers get deeper yet down the streets lingers up and still not-so far off for us near a branch weeps in the cold rain
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Added on December 20, 2016 Last Updated on December 22, 2025 AuthorRobert Robbie Lord DudleyRiverside, NJAboutACROSS THE NIGHT'S SHINING ROAD COVERS ME, i'LL READ. Life, Thyme leeds rails rushes a begotten hold only copes oh, poetry a random ray of yellow light shining sky golden drops in fields trickles.. more.. |

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