In Dreamland

I'll grow feathers and fly, and learn
To sing a song. I'll sing it from upon
A branch above her head. She'll see
The bird who was the man who
Loved her, marvel, and be sad.

I will gather the force of a furious
Storm and shake the walls of where
They make the laws which ruin
All our lives. They'll see they
Should have been better to us,
And marvel, and be sad.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-02-25 at 10:25

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