a random collection of thoughts and writings from the depths of my consciousness, spread out on a page for the enjoyment and contemplation of... well, me. Many of my pieces are the result of Magnetic Poetry.
Tuesday 4 August 2009
Sun in Flowers *Revised*
*MP*
The day has broken as a vase; Its flowers strewn across the sky As fire burns away the dark - A blaze of colour born to die.
I have tidied up the meter so I think this version flows more smoothly.
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