Wednesday 6 August 2014

The dream of a fly...

She did fly,one more time
Carrying the fresh filth of a today...


Her frail wings fluttering
The depths of an hourglass...


She had a life to live,but
Not a dream to sleep...


The nasty bristles smelled,of
A rusted routine...



The pastels had been forgotten,with

The dream of a fly.....

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