Childhood Poems & Thoughts

Birds remind me of lost souls, Trying to find their domain, I pity the poor wet seagulls, But they don’t seem to mind the rain.

When the storms brew at sea, The gulls they fly inland, How I long to be, Down by the sea and sand.

Time is of the essence, You can almost feel it’s presence, Seems to fly when you’re having fun, Or when your out in the midday sun, But when your bored and feeling down, The hands seem to slowly turn, The mystery is how does it realise, When the moon disappears and the sun doeth rise.


Vision is not seen with the eyes but with the mind..

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