They say Easter is a time of DIY, well in our house it's a time of cleaning. I happened upon this poem in one of my drawers in a tidy out of my bedroom - it's about two years old.
I was coming home one night
Nestled in my seat
Staring out the window glass
And stretching out my feet
The sky had gone a crimson red
I could not help but stare
And as I sat there by myself
I wished that you were there
It looked just like a paper cut
Stretched across the sky
The earth was calling out to me
And I did not know why
I got home inspired
By this sky of ruby red
Now when it comes to paper cuts
I think of you instead.
Friday, 4 April 2008
'Visions of Vermilion'
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1 comment:
Nice to see you're still your dark self :)
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