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Tag: standing
Oh dear Subversive attitude
That pushed me put of bed
And makes me still feel
like a pizza with sugar,
Like a chest served frozen,
Like a promise with crossed fingers.
You Changed me
and make me feel out of place.
Respected but subject of curiosity,
Innovation gives me a glow.
The owl turns its head
And searches for a better company
In the spontaneous thick foliage
Of the park.
Its feet are still and solid,
They know the here contain a spot of love
And do not want to leave.
Yellow and empty,
The bench stares at the sun alone.
It waits nonstop for a purpose
And yet it is playing its role.
These days I wander
How to grow woody dark thorns
While carrying in with life.
Building a protection system
While keeping dangers at bay
Is like building a dam
While swimming.
Think not too long thorns
Will come from the expressing
Of controversial opinions and dark feelings.