Posted in Original, Poetry, Writing by netscheri on October 25, 2007

There was a dream I had once and
it was so sweet to be almost sad
We were sitting side by side
each picking thorns from our flesh
You turned to me and I thought it
how strange to be talking so easily
as the mound of thorns at our side grew

About: There’s no especial meaning to this. Just an image that came to my mind. If I could paint, I would paint it in oils, but since I can’t, I suppose words will have to do.


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