Poem -
a moon arse up.
it doesn't work
you tend to see this eventually
way I tried to tell the rain to stop
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way Indians dance
to make it come
way we paint a smile
like a moon arse up
Way it never means
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That we're having fun
Way we pray to Gods
When the Sundays come
way it never means
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gods get any prayers done
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at all.
M
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Hello M...
If 2 people were in your presence...
One had a heart for you...
The other is there because they have to be...
Which one would you have more fun with?
Great write!
Thank you for sharing...
sparrowsong Ice Queen
Life! Eh? I cannot say much more about this poem because it feels like a poem which just says what it is, how it is. If you know what I mean xx
Nothing and no one can change what is. A beautiful title and a very raw open wounded piece in which I can understand completely, in true Marion style 🌹