METAL.REFLECT
Making my way down a loose metal road,
Burning,
Rocks twist and melt into the blood that seeps from summertime grazes,
And I stand straight (dreaming of blue skies)
Sun boils through the red sky,
So I sit (writing the legends of my endless winter)
Stop.Read signs.Check map.
Take a deep breath and savour a slice of the sea,
Carried on the breeze,
Which just blows hair in my face,
And dust in my eyes.
Twist.Turn.Shift.Run.
And still wait with dirty bare feet for a change from above.
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©
2001 Trout &
Chris
Marriner
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