He stood before the shallow sea
And wondered what went wrong
If only for the simple things
Like solitude and song
He stood before the shallow sea
And thought that he’d have plenty
But then desire came along
And ‘fore he knew he’d spent it
The window opened once again
The sunshine danced along
He looked below to roses bloomed
and soon he saw a throng
The throng of roses flowered now -
Enact it if you could
The petals were a mass of red
The scent well understood
He knew his acts were his alone
And within his own belief
A second chance had welcomed him
'twas more than just relief
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With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
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