AMBER ASHES
Sunday, 10 July 2011
FADING
The bob swings to and fro,
I am standing with my back to it;
blabbering out like silly
Sounds float , words collide
against an incoherent wall
I am empty now,out of words
I just stare
I disappear into a ridiculous haze
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