Monday, February 1, 2010

Untitled poem

1. Untitled

Note: Best read in a strong Scottish accent.

In merry ways of emerald
The workmen lay to sleep.
In copper beams of sunshine bold
The tired begin to dream.

Of knights and love and iron slopes,
Of brilliant deceit
Of rosy dreams and sprouted hopes
These dreary workers see.

To paradise and countries far
They yearn and crave to see
But lovely life and sapphire falls
Might find them all too near.

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