-Paola Brunacity of the mind
by childlike fantasies and
worries exhausted
of my mendacious mind
at nothing laughing
and for the flower crying
’cause it dies
not knowing how to save it
so nothing remains for this
fickle mind of mine but
to forget now and hereafter
as it did before
and thus continue on its own
to rhyme
lulled by the sea like a fish
languidly
5 comments:
A lamentation for the blogosphere? ;)
I suppose that is one way of reading it. :)
Me, I have to laugh!
...cuz, "Peter Pan" like, I refuse to "grow up" and take the internet seriously.
Clearly, your attitude is better than mine.
Nope, I'd just go crazy, otherwise. :(
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