Crayons of earth
Draw the pictures
Every penny worth
No frames or fixtures
Shades of grey
Or of shadow play
Waiting for prey
Out in earthen clay
Pictures are hazy
Intoxication mild
Mind goes crazy
Imagination wild
Endless stream
And the blinding fog
Piercing scream
The juvenile rogue
Night is too cold
The burning hearth
Flames Dance bold
And the crayons of earth
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2 comments:
Good poetry. write often
Cheers
Nice play of words...so, what is that you want to convey?
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