Fields Of Hay

The train station was crowded
Beaches of sand, fields of hay
Tickets exploded into today,

Holding her hand looking at glass
Quicksilver memories perishing fashion
Able to dress ever you please
Just book a mark in your memories,

Look like you know, knowing the way
Love is for show afoot in the play
Tickets exploded into today
The train station was crowded
Beaches of sand, fields of hay .



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Written on 2014-01-12 at 12:27

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I really like this, I've read it quite a few times today - something sad runs through it and I find myself sitting backwards watching scenery go by

Elle x
2014-01-12

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Volume One
by Chaucer Whethers