Close
I'm scratching my head
Point close to the confusion
In
my struggling brain
Close your mind gently
Settle it down next to mine
Then switch off the light
Children brought up close
One travels Spain, one Japan
Third in Korea
Believe
Peer out the window
Winter sun warming the view
I
believe it's cold
Mango flowers burst
Holding their bright heads up high
They
believe in bees
Peace full garden lunch
Honeyeater squawks offence
Does
not believe us
Tell
Please tell me the truth
Does this suit make me look fat?
Do
not answer that...
You're a tell tale tit
Your tongue is likely to split
And
become dog food
Wrinkles tell my age
Also speak of brilliant life
Rich
experience
Nothing
I know the whole truth
I am nothing without you
Just
an empty shell
Nothing at all moved
Except one tall blade of grass
Storm is on its way
The still of the night
Nothing moves in the darkness
Except you,
breathing
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