Friday, 13 September 2013

Poetry blogfest

There is a wall,
Inert, unmoving, undefined.
Brick upon brick of clay,
Not so in my mind.

In my mind
There is a window
Through which
I see the sun glow.

And birds, and flowers and leaves.
And butterflies, mellow,
And there is a wind
That ever so lightly blows.

There is a wall.
Inert, unmoving undefined.
And beyond that wall, a world,
Dynamic, colourful, refined.
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